I don't want congratulations anymore
'Cause it doesn't quite hit, no, it doesn't quite hit the spot, baby
It's a needle in the haste, that kind allure
It's a double mean line, and the double mean running dry, baby

You could say I lost my mind
The mountain top's too high to climb
Let's cut our losses, tired with the world
No more congratulations, though

Remember when it felt good raising hell?
Yeah, we had a good time, but now I don't have that fire
God, I know that it's okay to change my mind
I'm taking some space, making my brain rewire

Maybe when the lights are low
You'll get the knowing what I know
You'll thank me later that we took a bow
No more congratulations now

I wonder if I'll feel the same
As I grow up and seasons change
Or will we just be a memory in time
As the congratulations die
I'll wipe the tears from your eyes