5am in a city that I donÂŽt know Wet hair from swimming in normal clothes The smell in the air right before it storms Old feelings with âPardon me, IÂŽm just stonedâ
Lying down in the middle of childhood streets Not quite recalling falling asleep The first day of fall âcause it makes you breathe The odd time youÂŽre tired But you like how it feels
You like how it feels You like how it feels You like how it feels Like how it feels You like how it feels Like how it feels Like how it feels How it feels