San Francisco

I think I'll stay in the shower
 And see how I feel
 In a couple of hours
 I'm sick of facing what's real
 I sit around in my room
 And wait for nothing to do
 I caught a case of bad news
 And now I feel permanently
 Blue, and that's fine
 'Cause it don't matter anyway
 You and I
 We'll sink together and waste away
 So this is what it feels like
 Catching up with real life
 And this is what it feels like
 When you're in too deep
 Tryna find your feet
 When they're out the window
 Running to San Francisco
 I think I may be a coward
 Or maybe I'm stale
 Instead of picking up flowers
 I'm throwing dirt in my pail
 I sang a song to the moon
 And asked her what she would do
 She said my time would come soon
 If I patch my brain up with some
 Glue, and that's fine
 'Cause it don't matter anyway
 You and I
 We'll float together in outer space
 So this is what it feels like
 Catching up with real life
 And this is what it feels like
 When you're in too deep
 Tryna find your feet
 When they're out the window
 Running to San Francisco
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 (Whoo!)
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 So this is what it feels like
 Catching up with real life
 And this is what it feels like
 When you're in too deep
 Tryna find your feet
 When they're out the window
 Running to San Francisco
 To San Francisco
 Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh