I'm sorry that I'm such a show-off Sometimes I need to let it out, put it on my chest and blow it off Sometimes I just needed a minute, other times I needed you to let me off But we could build a bridge and get over it But you still seem to have it in your head That the world isn't in your palm And too many people, they can't even handle the truth They need to know now Cause I just spoke to Frank, he told me why I'm confused I need to slow down But there's too much weight in your decisions It's affecting your condition But if all you're citing still don't keep the devil at bay Then you should dress down And we're driving to the edge with the city lights on I know you're wondering why nobody's sticking around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the west side, baby, don't you feel wholesome? But you foreshadow your potential, baby, it's a real problem I'm sorry that I'm such a show-off I get you going through some shit, raise a glass to your mother, we can sip it up Don't look the other way when I ask if you're okay, no need to shrug me off But we just really need to get over it But you still seem to have it in your head That the world isn't in your palm And too many people, they can't even handle the truth They need to know now And sending messages to your cry screen should be the only time you look down But these demons are clouding up your vision And crippling your ambition So take your own advice and keep doing yourself, don't ever calm down Now we're driving to the edge with the city lights on I know you're wondering why nobody's sticking around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the west side, baby, don't you feel wholesome? But you foreshadow your potential, baby, it's a real problem Baby, it's a strange world But I'll keep it strange for you I'll rearrange for you Such a strange world But baby, it's a strange world I'll keep it strange for you I'll rearrange for you It's a strange world Driving to the edge with the city lights on Nobody's sticking around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the west side, baby, don't you feel wholesome? But you foreshadow your potential, baby, it's a real problem