I hate to be the one to break the news
This isn't like the world you grew up in and breezed right through
(Right through)
You always said to leave it better than you found it
But then you left it
A little bit worse for wear
A little bit scared
A little underprepared
A little too self-aware
You always said it would get better when we're older
Now we're just big kids living in an old man's world
When's it gonna be our turn?
Who's to say this is the way it's supposed to work?
Or is it just a lesson we never learned?
You've got the white picket fence and the second wife you can't stand
You've got the job and the house full of fake friends
You've got your luxury cars digging you deeper into debt
And your prescription addiction is working for the weekend
Never making any progress
Working for the weekend
Leave it better than you found it
A little bit worse for wear
A little bit scared
A little underprepared
A little too self-aware
You always said it would get better when we're older
Now we're just big kids living in an old man's world
When's it gonna be our turn?
Who's to say this is the way it's supposed to work?
Or is it just a lesson we never learned?
Drowning in an ocean of debt
You swore it'd pay for itself
Now we can't pay the rent on all the houses you bought for yourself
Trickle down sounds just like swimming upstream
Picking up the scraps like a tree growing upside down
What's the point of pulling up on these bootstraps
When you glued them to the ground?
I hate to be the one to break the news
This isn't like the world you grew up in and breezed right through
(Right through)
You always said to leave it better than you found it
But then you left it a little bit worse for wear
A little bit scared
A little underprepared
A little too self-aware
You always said it would get better when we're older
Now we're just big kids living in an old man's world
When's it gonna be our turn?
Who's to say this is the way it's supposed to work?