Frank

I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff 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 it 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 your satin silk 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 stickin' around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the west side baby don't you feel wholesome If you fall short of your potential baby this'll be a problem I'm sorry that I'm such a showoff I get you're going through some shit Raise a glass to your mother We can sip it off 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 That the world it isn't in your palm And too many people They can't even handle the truth They need to know now That sending messages through your cracked 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 on doing yourself Don't ever calm down And we're driving to the edge with the city lights on I know you're wondering why nobody stickin' around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the west side baby don't you feel wholesome If you fall short of your potential baby this'll be a problem But baby it's a strange world But I'll keep it strange for you And I'll rearrange for you Such a strange world But baby it's a strange world But I'll keep it strange for you Ooooh I'll rearrange for you It's a strange world And we're driving to the edge with the city lights on Nobody stickin' around and why nothing lasts long But with this pink sky blazing on the west side baby don't you feel wholesome If you fall short of your potential baby this'll be a problem