Brush my hair in the mirror
Maybe I'll dye it red
Heard the color is dated
But I don't care what they said
It's the end of an era
I put my fist in the air
And then I look in the camera
And tell them
Let the credits roll
When the lights come on
And you play that song
Singing it's time to
Let the curtains close
This ain't a coming of age anymore
So let the credits roll
I watch (I watch)
A montage (a montage)
Of moments I thought the world would end
Cut to (cut to)
Part two (part two)
I realised it was in my head
Brush my hair in the mirror
Maybе I'll dye it blue
Heard thе color is dated
But maybe they did too