Testo Lost In Translation

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