Stressed Out
Twenty One Pilots Lyrics

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I could create unique music that no one has ever heard before

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I had better vocal abilities to sing more profound lyrics

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I could invent new chord progressions

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I wish I had the freedom to write lyrics without having to force them to rhyme

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink
I used to believe that as I grew up, my fears would disappear

But now I'm insecure and I care what people think
But now I feel uncertain and worry about others' opinions

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
Blurryface personifies the fear of judgment and concern over others' opinions

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days
I wish we could go back to when things were simpler (nostalgia)

When our mama sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
When we were young, our mother's lullabies comforted us, but now life's pressures cause us stress

(Oh) wish we could turn back time (oh), to the good old days (oh)
The chorus repeats the desire to return to a simpler time

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
Sometimes sensory stimuli brings back nostalgic memories

How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I cannot identify the source of the sensory stimuli that triggers my memories

I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it
If I could identify the source of the smell, I'd create a candle to preserve that memory

Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
I doubt that anyone else would want the candle except for my brother and me

But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
The candle would bring back memories of a simpler time when nothing seemed to be as important as it is now

Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the latter
We preferred living in a simple tree-house over taking out student loans to afford a big house

We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We used to have imagination and pretend to be different people

We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
We would dream of exploring new horizons and leaving our worries behind

Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face
We used to dream of big things, but now society scoffs at our aspirations

Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah
Others say that we need to prioritize financial success over our dreams

Used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Our youthful dreams are dismissed, and we're told to focus on making money

We used to play pretend, give each other different names
We used to be creative, but now we're pressured to conform to societal norms

Now they're laughing at our face, saying, "Wake up, you need to make money," yeah
Society ridicules us for having big dreams and reminds us to prioritize financial success