Boomer

Said you're sick of blackin' out at somebody's house that you met on the internet

That you made the same mistakes again

And wound up in a tourniquet

So tell me

Do you think I'm worth this trouble of mind?

So tell me

Do you think in the end, that we'll be fine?

Hiding in the corner of living rooms

In a house in Michigan

Wondering if you'll amount to more than a name on a certificate

So tell me

Do you think I'm worth this trouble of mind?

So tell me

Do you think in the end, that we'll be fine?

Cause these days, it seems, that I'm only half of what I used to be

Of what I used to be

With broken collarbones from walking drunk and in the dark

Reliving your worst moments while you're crying in your car

When facing your decisions become everything you despise

Tell me in the end, do you think that we'll be fine?

With broken collarbones from walking drunk and in the dark

Reliving your worst moments while you're crying in your car

When facing your decisions become everything you despise

Tell me in the end, do you think that we'll be fine?

Do you think that we'll be fine?

Said you're sick of blacking out at somebody's house that you met on the internet

That you made the same mistakes again and wound up in a tourniquet

So tell me

Do you think I'm worth this trouble of mind?

So tell me

Do you think in the end, that we are fine?