frank

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 can 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 with 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 nothing lasts long

But with this pink sky blazin' on the west side, baby don't you feel wholesome?

But you fall short of you're potential, lady this'll be a problem

I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff

I get you're goin' through some shit, raise your 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, they can't even handle the truth

They need to know, now

That sendin' messages through your cracked screen

Should be the only time that you look down

But these demons are cloudin' up your vision

And cripplin' your ambition

So take your own advice and keep doin' 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 'tickin around and why nothing lasts long

But with this pink sky blazin' on the west side, baby don't you feel wholesome?

But you fall short of you're potential, lady this'll be a 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 nothing lasts long

But with this pink sky blazin' on the west side, baby don't you feel wholesome?

But you fall short of you're potential, lady this'll be a problem