歌词
Chip on my shoulder
On a one way to the bottom
Swore that we were golden
As our youth fades and we weather
From all the things we carry with us
From all the things we carry
You changed your name
It doesn't quite ring like it used to
Reflection stained
From all of the things
The things we carry
From all of the things
(Call it what it is)
So call it what it is
Giving up or growing old
Is this what it is?
Chewing our way out of soil
From all of the things
The things we carry
From all of the things
(Call it what it is)
So call it what it is
Giving up or growing old
The ringing in our ears
It's only getting worse