680 South
My thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine
But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head
And come back with all that I can find, write it down on light blue lines
It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times
55 up YV road, Encina on my left
All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft
And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself
But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (You're just a shade of gray)
And all I want is forward progress
Maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine it's not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1-2-3
On a list that weighs and measures my priorities
It goes: 1. Friends 2. Bands 3. That green two-tone van
And losing my money it's not about money
'Cause all I want is forward progress
Maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine it's not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
But I find it healthy to get lost inside my head
And come back with all that I can find, write it down on light blue lines
It's far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times
55 up YV road, Encina on my left
All you tried and failed to do was justify your theft
And I get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself
But keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (You're just a shade of gray)
And all I want is forward progress
Maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine it's not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Leave my mind alone so I can rate and number my thoughts 1-2-3
On a list that weighs and measures my priorities
It goes: 1. Friends 2. Bands 3. That green two-tone van
And losing my money it's not about money
'Cause all I want is forward progress
Maybe next year I'll miss your face but right now its still worthless
Wasted time, mostly mine it's not my fucking fault
So get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
Get lost and find your way home
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
And all I got was a blank stare
Right between the eyes like I wasn't there
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Geyer, Ryan Torf, Parker Cannon, Kelen Capener, William Levy
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