I don't know why I do what I do every night It just seems right Cut through dark in my car like the flick of a knife Don't think twice There's a cool breeze in the air tonight From the balcony of a west high rise I'm alone I try to recall the last time we talked The cars look small, the feeling's gone I forgot It doesn't make me feel better So we sit in the same places alone Scratch my face and check my phone Where you at 5am at the Skyspace Watch powder clouds come through the frame I'm here It doesn't make me feel better Tell myself it's the last time Write it down in underline I swear I don't know why I do what I do every night It just seems right