Long Distance

Put it away That insulting edge, studying the complex Prescribed to subsets I’ve been over all the mood swings again I’m not even sure what this should mean It’s okay Baby, it’s alright Women in your backseat Giving him some good time I’ve been over the syncopation Giving it my best got lost in the arrangement Rundown and rollin’ around town Like you know what you’re doing Like you know who he really is Like you know what you wanted Just dig into my pockets Dig into my pockets You’ll never be who you wanted Dig into my pockets We’ll never be who you wanted Runnin’ around Back downtown It wasn't my self-esteem It’s great, it’s beaming, man I’m just a page in your self-published rag Yeah, DIY 'til you die, man Don’t you wonder What she’s up to now? Yeah, what you could have been? Don’t you wonder what she’s up to now Don’t you miss how she got under your skin Dig into my pockets Dig into my pockets You’ll never be who you wanted Dig into my pockets We’ll never be who you wanted Dig into my pockets You’ll never be who I wanted Dig into my pockets I hope you know it’s impossible Digest the mess, and take it to bed It wasn't my self-esteem It’s great it’s beaming, man Run down and rollin’ around town Like you know what you’re doing Like you know who he really is Like you know what you wanted Run down and rollin’ around town Like you know what you’re doing Like you know who he really is Like you know what you wanted Dig into my pockets Back downtown