Santa Monica

It’s what you’ve learned to speak
It circulates (circulates)
It’s in your bloodstream
Cross-fade (cross-fade)
The truth is killing you
Your drive has lost its lustre
You’re running low on fumes
I started stashing my phone in the freezer at night
To fight temptation, over and over and oh!
It kills me when you say you’re frightened of
‘Bout getting older or even becoming a
Specter of what you used to dream
‘Bout who you thought you once would be
There’s nothing I can do to help
You’re just an extra disappearing now
Are you having a late twenties breakdown
And has all your wild ins caught up and worn you out?
Are you tracing your own reflections
In bathroom mirrors and dialling my number?
You’re driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There’s nothing I can do to help
You’re driving Santa Monica
The waves won’t cool you down
You’re driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There’s nothing I can do to help
You’re driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There’s nothing I can do to help
You’re just an extra disappearing now
White noise (white noise)
The waves won’t cool you down
You’re driving Santa Monica
Disappearing now (now)
You’re driving Santa Monica
The waves won’t cool you down
White noise
White noise
White noise