I think I
Smoked too much
I got the paranoia
Tomorrow morning
I'm leaving California
Meet you in New York
I think it's better for ya
So that you don't lose your mind
When the weather's warmer
Wish we could turn back time
Wind through skyline drives
Wrote our hearts in the city
But I wonder if you'll be missing it
Like I miss
Golden gates and citrus coffee
Chicken pho and hours talkin'
In the Haight, at your favorite place
But it don't taste the same now
Love the beach but we hate the sand
Drove to the peak where you held my hand
Knew it was trouble when your tone had changed
And the waves washed me away
Feel myself sink
Pierce my skin
And fill it in with ink
Drops, in butterfly eyes
Shimmering under bleach blonde skies
Guess this world was made to rust
All returns to ash and dust
Under setting sun, you chose to run
Guess this place was never enough
With the
Golden gates and citrus coffee
Chicken pho and hours talkin'
In the Haight, at your favorite place
But it don't taste the same now
Love the beach but we hate the sand
Drove to the peak where you held my hand
Knew it was trouble when your tone had changed
And the waves washed me away
Wash me up, wash me up
Wash me up. wash me up
Wash me up, wash me up
I'm leaving today
This state of decay
Wash me away
Things we can't change
Fucked up friendship
I ain't text in a minute
I been stressin'
Leave my demons seen, read, delete, in the mentions
Fuckboys I don't mess with, I don't mess with
Voted least likely to be saucin' back in high school
Knew in a second back then that I liked you
Backyard Coffee, caught a glimmer in your eyes, too
In your eyes, too