california

Parking lots and dirty thoughts and shoes I could take with me

Apartment doors and I ignore the ending of this story

You're from a small town, deep south on the Carolina border

I'm a rogue soul you could take home but I live just around the corner

Harmless fun and class A drugs and snare drums in my rib cage

Raise a toast, I overflow with speeches that I won't say

In the streetlights, I'm on fire

Do you feel the way I'm feeling?

Like gravity can't touch me

Fall through the floor but we hit the ceiling

Metal vest throwing off the scent, but I think you're just like me

Clumsy falling, way too honest