Let the left lanes take me
Tired of sleeping in a tin can
Change it to west coast and maybe
If I decided would you grab my hand again
Like you didn't want to wake me
Like the dream was already changing
Into something more relatable
Into something more digestible
The crowd eats it's up
(uhhhhh)
Is your stomach still burning
Blame it on the stress of your youth
Are your lungs still burning too
Blame it on the things that you had to do to calm down
And the walls are still shaking
Not too old but dilapidated
By the fear that you've been feeling
Since the day that you decided that you didn't want to feel it anymore
But the bodies keeping score
Chest muscles and ribs wage war on your tired heart
And you don't want to let anybody in but it'd
Feel a lot better if you did (Yeah)
It'd feel a lot better if you did (Yeah)
It'd feel a lot better if you did (Yeah)
It'd feel a lot better