Scrambling Days

Such a funny feel in that common place
Such a lonely smile on that pretty face
Look at you now, your face is red
Look at you now, it's all swollen

Out there on the street, scrambling days
Where you can spend your youth in so many ways
Where did it go? You lost it all
Where did it go? I want it back now
No-ah-oh-ah-ah-ow!

'Cause I've been trying to forget myself
All my future plans are meaningless
It's all over, all over, you know!
So come over, come over, let's blow!

All these sunken feels, mornings and regrets
Are slowly kicking me outside of the nest
It's a coming of age, I don't get breakfast (ah-oh-ah-oh-ah-oh oh-oh)
It's a coming of age, yeah, I'm sleeping all day
(Hah! Oh-oh!)

Come over, come over, come over
Come over, baby, come over, come over
Yeah!

Oh-oh-oh!