Klonopin and alcohol, layover in Phoenix, I can barely stay awake to talk
I've got your number written on my arm
Sorry for when I don't call, yea it's nothing personal
It's just hard to keep track of names, to remember time and place
Three girls in different cities that somehow all look the same
If only my heart wasn't so f*cked maybe I could find love
Palm trees, we're out in the sun
Could really care less about this flight I'll probably miss to LAX
It's cinematic in the loosest of terms, but I'll take it anyway, sunglasses on as I fade
As your hand falls to mine, feels sober in the light
Shots and margaritas just to kill that state of mind
If only my heart wasn't so f*cked maybe I could find love
Up on the the roof of somewhere I've never been, but feels just like I still recall
If only my heart wasn't so f*cked maybe I could find love