All My Friends Got Boring

[Verse 1]
You got a spreadsheet
I got a hangover
You talk promotions
I talk last October
When we crashed that wedding
Stole that silver tray
You say you’re “booked till August”
I say you used to stay out late
[Pre-Chorus]
You’re posting rings and renovations
I’m posting memes at 3 a.m
You say you’re “in a different season”
Cool story
Guess I lost a friend (again)
[Chorus]
All my friends got boring
Started sleeping before midnight
Trading chaos for a condo
Swapped the couch for candlelight
I’m still loud
Still out here
Still screaming like I’m seventeen
All my friends got boring
Guess I’ll be the last drama king (woah-oh)
[Verse 2]
You bring your baby
I bring my baggage
You sip on mocktails
I double down on bad habits
You talk of interest rates
I’m interested in shots
You’re saving for a summer home
I’m saving voice notes I forgot
[Pre-Chorus]
You say you “can’t
The dog is crated”
I say I can’t
I’m broke again
We used to jump the fence together
Now you’re fencing off the weekends
[Chorus]
All my friends got boring
Started sleeping before midnight
Trading chaos for a condo
Swapped the couch for candlelight
I’m still loud
Still out here
Still screaming like I’m seventeen
All my friends got boring
Guess I’ll be the last drama king (woah-oh, woah-oh)
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m scared of the quiet
Maybe I’m stuck on the past
Maybe I’ll crash your next dinner
Just to prove we still can laugh
I’ll raise a glass in your kitchen
To every dumb thing that we did
You’ll roll your eyes then start grinning
For a second you’re that reckless kid
[Chorus]
All my friends got boring
Started sleeping before midnight
Trading chaos for a condo
Swapped the couch for candlelight
I’m still loud
Still out here
Still screaming like I’m seventeen
All my friends got boring
But a piece of them still lives in me (woah-oh)

rock, High-energy pop-punk with male vocals; fast palm-muted power chords and bright, overdriven guitars, punchy live drums with big snare, hyperactive bass locking into the kick. Verses tight and snarky, pre-chorus lifts with open chords and gang shouts, chorus explodes into an anthemic singalong hook with layered “whoa-oh” backing vocals. Short breakdown on the bridge then slam back into a double-chorus outro., pop punk