Instrumental Long drive, tongue-tied, it's weird being home Let's get breakfast, I'll pack you a bowl Text threats, old girlfriends, it barely hurts But ghost eyes on old friends is making it worse Oh oh Instrumental Brave the handshake, drag through the small talk It takes guts to be so fake, oh well, whatever Getting good at losing contact, I can tell by your face Borrowed my best thoughts, stole all my good luck Now I'm in a better place, or am I? Let's just get breakfast, make it all go away