twenty one pilots: Stressed Out [OFFICIAL VIDEO]
twenty one pilots' music video for 'Stressed Out' from the album, Blurryface - available now on Fueled By Ramen. Get it on… iTunes: http://www.smarturl.it/blurryface Google Play: http://www.smarturl.it/blurryface-gp Amazon: http://www.smarturl.it/blurryface-az Spotify: http://www.smarturl.it/TOP-Spotify Webstore: http://bit.ly/2fsd6Hi find twenty one pilots on… Site: http://twentyonepilots.com Facebook: http://facebook.com/twentyonepilots Instagram: http://instagr.am/twentyonepilots Twitter: http://twitter.com/twentyonepilots YouTube: http://youtube.com/twentyonepilots Tumblr: http://twentyonepilots.tumblr.com Directed by Reel Bear Media (http://reelbearmedia.com) Adult Size Big Wheels provided by High Roller USA: http://HighRollerUSA.com LYRICS I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard, I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words, I wish I found some chords in an order that is new, I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang, I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink, But now I’m insecure and I care what people think. My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out. Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from, I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it, Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one, It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose, Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam, But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered, Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter. My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out. We used to play pretend, give each other different names, We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away, Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face, Saying, “wake up, you need to make money." Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.