I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff
Sometimes I need to let it out
Put it on my chest and blow it off
Sometimes I just needed a minute
Other times I needed you to let me off
But we could build a bridge and get over it
But you still seem to have it in your head
That the world isn't in your palm
And too many people, they can't even handle the truth
They need to know now
'Cause I just spoke to Frank, he told me why I'm confused
I need to slow down
But there's too much weight in your decisions
It's affecting your condition
But if all your satin silk don't keep the devil at bay
Then you should dress down
And we're drivin' to the edge with the city lights on
I know you're wonderin' why nobody stickin' 'round and why nothin' lasts long
But with this pink sky blazin' on the west side, baby, don't you feel wholesome?
But you fallin' short of your potential, lately it's a real problem
I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff
I get you're going through some shit, raise a glass to your mother
We can sip it off
Don't look the other way when I ask if you're okay
No need to shrug me off
But we just really need to get over it
But you still seem to have it in your head
That the world, it isn't in your palm
And too many people, yhey can't even handle the truth
They need to know now
That sendin' messages through your cracked screen
Should be the only time you look down
But these demons are cloudin' up your vision
And cripplin' your ambition
So take your own advice and keep on doing yourself
Don't ever calm down
Now we're drivin' to the edge with the city lights on
I know you're wonderin' why nobody stickin' 'round and why nothin' lasts long
But with this pink sky blazin' on the west side, baby, don't you feel wholesome?
But you fallin' short of your potential, lately it's a real problem
But baby, it's a strange world
But I'll keep it strange for you
And I'll rearrange for you
Such a strange world
But baby, it's a strange world
But I'll keep it strange for you
Ooh, I'll rearrange for you
It's a strange world
Drivin' to the edge with the city lights on
Nobody stickin' 'round and why nothin' lasts long
But with this pink sky blazin' on the west side, baby, don't you feel wholesome?
But you fallin' short of your potential, lately it's a real problem
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Frank - easy life
