5 a.m. in a city that I don't know Wet hair from swimming in normal clothes The smell in the air right before it storms Old feelings with pardon me, I'm just stoned
Lying down in the middle of childhood streets Not quite recalling falling asleep The first day of fall 'cause it makes you breathe The odd time you're tired
But you like how it feels You like how it feels You like how it feels You like how it feels
Like how it feels Like how it feels Like how it feels Like how it feels
