Look out I’m on a search for self destruction Crawling over the great plains of my cell phone contacts Just to, find a pretty girl to take home late at night To hold my sweaty palms and stuff
Heads up because I’m always moving forward And if sometimes I get scared I know that I can towards you Back of the pack but not back of my mind And that’s the worst part knowing I gotta’ find someone new
Yeah, I said that I’m always moving forward But my head’s really on a swivel Searching for the tracks I made when I left you And though it sounds like I lost what I got What I’m really trying to say is I’m gonna’ get back what I lost So you better tell your fucking heart to look out
