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