You’re on TV in California
Hours just to shake it from my head
I talk while trying not to bore ya
Changed my face to fit your circumstance

You like to put your name on what I have in my hands
Frozen in second place I’ll let you pass, quick relapse

Feeling 16, lost in a circle thought
Could have sworn I’ve crashed into this spot and I’m
Dizzy spinning up empty parking lots
Driving sideways til we’re back at the beginning
Mastering the art of winning

Ran up the street to find the spot I used to sit and watch the planes go by
Fast car I watched it fall apart, the city disappeared right from my eyes

You like to put your name on what I have in my hands
You don’t know what you think I let you have, quick relapse