Look out-I'm on a search for self-destruction
Crawling over the great plains of my cellphone contacts
Just to find a pretty girl to take home late at night
To hold my sweaty palms and stuff
Heads up, because I'm always moving forward
And if sometimes, I get scared, I know that I can look towards you
Back of the pack, but not back of my mind
And that's the worst part-knowing I gotta find someone new
Yeah, I said that I'm always moving forward
But my head's really on a swivel
Searching for the tracks I made when I left you
And though it sounds like I lost what I got
What I'm really trying to say is
I'm gonna get back what I lost
So you better tell your f*cking heart to look out