I used to build my castles out of plastic blocks

Now I build my future on shifting rocks

We used to trade Pokémon cards, no thought for stocks

Now I count the hours, watching ticking clocks

I miss the days when "stressed" meant a pop quiz

Now it’s my internal monologue, telling me how it is

They say these are the best days, but what if they’re not?

I'm running on empty, while they call it a jog.

But everyone is watching, they don't see my flaws

I'm just following the rules, the unwritten laws

I used to dream in colors, now I dream in screens

Chasing down the moments, lost in-betweens.

Wish I could turn back time, to when my mind was fine

Before the deadlines, before the bottom line

When "adulting" was a joke, and life was still divine

If only I could hit rewind, leave the pressure behind

Oh-oh-oh, for the simpler times

Oh-oh-oh, leave the pressure behind.

My name is "Overthinker", and I'm stressed out (yeah, I'm stressed out)

My name is "Overthinker", I worry 'bout (I worry 'bout)

The future, the bills, the noise, and the doubt.

Used to draw with crayons on the kitchen floor

Now I sign legal documents and I'm wanting more

Of that peace of mind I had when I was four

Before the expectations came knocking at my door

They told me "grow up quick, the real world is cold"

But didn't give a manual 'til I was grey and old

I trade my sleep for coffee, my sanity for bold

Assumptions that my path is paved in gold.

But everyone is watching, they don't see my flaws

I'm just following the rules, the unwritten laws

I used to dream in colors, now I dream in screens

Chasing down the moments, lost in-betweens.

Wish I could turn back time, to when my mind was fine

Before the deadlines, before the bottom line

When "adulting" was a joke, and life was still divine

If only I could hit rewind, leave the pressure behind

Oh-oh-oh, for the simpler times

Oh-oh-oh, leave the pressure behind.

We paint a smile on our face, a digital mask we wear

Pretending we've got it covered, no weight, no care

But in the quiet moments, the silence is where

The panic starts to fester, it's just not fair

We were promised golden streets, we got cold concrete

Trying to stay afloat, while moving to the beat.

Wish I could turn back time, to when my mind was fine

Before the deadlines, before the bottom line

When "adulting" was a joke, and life was still divine

If only I could hit rewind, leave the pressure behind

Oh-oh-oh, for the simpler times

Oh-oh-oh, leave the pressure behind.

My name is "Overthinker", and I'm stressed out.

My name is "Overthinker", I worry 'bout.

I wish I could turn back time...

Just leave the pressure behind.