I'd rather have real silver, than fake gold That might be a side effect of starting to get old When feeling good is the goal And that's all that we've been sold It's a special occasion so let's go down the rabbit hole I'm still trying to figure out how to act When I'm posted up with my friends like a thumb tack But something in this bottle Makes up for everything I lack The rebound anxiety feels like a heart attack I have to work a double today that's fucking up my mood And that girl that was dancing on me said she already has a dude But by now I've figured out That my shame can't lead anywhere good I have to keep my shit together can't slip back into the mud But I'd rather have real silver, than fake gold That might be a side effect of starting to get old When feeling good is the goal And that's all that we've been sold It's a special occasion so let's go down the rabbit hole