⌘Z the years They were a lie You gonna wait 'Til your life and mood sync up so tight I feel tired You gonna find out The hard way how to meet god What's the point in rearranging clutter If it's always gonna come back Is there a point to slowly getting older If you can never go back, go back My moral compass likes to dance Why you are wearing those cool pants Give up the ghost He who is without sin May cast the first emma stone My moral compass likes to dance Why are you wearing those cool pants Give up the ghost He who is without sin May cast the first emma stone ⌘Z the years They were a lie You gonna wait 'Til your life and mood sync up so tight I feel tired You gonna find out The hard way how to meet god What's the point in rearranging clutter If it's always gonna come back Is there a point to slowly getting older If you can never go back