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Last night I was handsome, drunk and young Today I don't know who I’m trying to be Last night I was easy, free and fun Today I got that heavy back in me The air is slow and fat, you can cut the heat Smell a city's worth of bodies filling up the streets So I just draw the curtains and make my retreat Put the fan on high, my headphones in and scroll myself to sleep I think they call this modern anxiety This modern life is getting the best of me Last night I was all wrapped up in you Today I don't know where I’m supposed to be Last night I got served a different view Today it's a bit difficult to breathe 'Cause people let you down in the spring time A spring clean 'cause who knows what summers gonna ring You really let me down in the spring time Now you're on my favourite bridge and I just have to keep riding by I think they call this modern anxiety This modern life is getting the best of me I think they call this modern anxiety This modern life is getting the best of me Aus Songtexte Mania