From the moment you wake you just count your mistakes Till you fall out of bed and you crawl down the hall You feel so contrite, you canât stand the sight Of the sunlight, the city and all Now youâre 25, itâs the best year of your life But you canât look in the direction of your own reflection What you see cuts like a knife (and you know) Everything is changing, and you just canât take it Think youâre going crazy, youâre not gonna make it All your little white lies are beginning to rise And you thought they were buried (buried) Dispense wit the pretense, your false innocence Is now unnecessary And itâs scary When youâre 25, itâs the best damn year of your life But youâre still a jerk who will never find work Or a wife (and you know) Everything is changing, boy youâre gonna blow it You think youâre going crazy and everybody knows it And you canât go back, but you keep on falling behind Everything is changing, boy youâre gonna blow it You think youâre going crazy and everybody knows it Everything is changing, all you drams are dying Think youâre going crazy, but what good is crying? And you canât go back but you keep on falling behind