No, what I wanted to say was, um-
I miss drivin' the same old blocks
But we're stuck at the gas stop
With a laundry machine and nothin' to do
In the backseat,
I can't feel my feet (Can't feel my feet)
A mix of alcohol and weed
Gets me talkin' and ramblin'
some shit about God until I get a text
Like, "Hey, Rob, it's kinda funny story
how I missed your show
But I hear your song on the radio
You must be makin' lots of money,
shit, I know that's not true
But honest to God, I miss you"
She says I'll be alright,
he's waving goodbye
Lost in translation
Every once in a while,
they leave you behind
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
I bought a book on anxiety
It's much cheaper than therapy
You can dig for my thoughts
in a pile of clothes
(Guess that's just how it goes)
I'm just sad and never built by design
(I was cryin' when I wrote that line)
While I traded my money for a thought
I guess not until I get a text
Like, "Hey, Rob,
your found is kinda boring,
but I think you should know
When it's all underground
at least flowers will grow
Do you really feel like dying,
does it cause you pain?"
But in a vertical age,
you can't scroll it away
She says I'll be alright,
he's waving goodbye
Lost in translation
Every once in a while,
they leave you behind
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
Sometimes I wish I'd never changed
As I try to leave and hit the ceiling
My loneliness is hard to fake
And there's no song without the feeling
I admit, maybe I'm better alone
And darkness comes and I can't
Sometimes pushing on my name
Sometimes I really wish you
never did change
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
She says I'll be alright
She says I'll be alright
Sometimes I really wish
I never did change