Restless conversation
I don't wanna talk
About what brought you to LA are you gonna stay are you getting what you want
See I got a back catalogue of questions to assess the likes of you
But the problem is I keep on asking questions I don't know the answer to
But I got some quarters in my pocket
I got some bruises on my knees
They can't remember how they got there
They're just like me
Oh I been takin punches from the breeze
I live in a daydream of future escape plans
I been watching videos online of converted sprinter vans
I told my friends in Brooklyn I might move out to New York
If the world is my oyster I've been poking at it with a plastic fork
But I got some quarters in my pocket
I got bruises on my knees
They can't remember how they got there
They're just like me
Oh I been takin punches from the breeze
Oh I been takin punches from the breeze
I got some quarters in my pocket
I got some bruises on my knees
They can't remember how they got there
They're just like me
Oh I've been taking punches from the breeze
