You turn your words into big sighs
Fighting with imaginary ghosts from a past life
You love to make me the bad guy
Chronically thrown under buses, screaming with my hands tied
I'm treading water
And it's getting harder
Thought I was smarter
But I'm treading water
Making up words just to pass time
I remember the first Evening LA made me really cry
Driving through deserts with clear signs
Keep looking forward cuz they ain't gonna catch you tonight
