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