Shoebox letters from last April, spread out on my kitchen
When i think about it, things go left but at least we know whos winning
And its not us
Yeah were lost inside the spiral
I think im right
In my jacket of denial
Ive been high but i been drivin, so try to stop me now
I am stuck inside the parking lot, the oasis of my town
And its not us
Yeah were lost inside the spiral
I think im right
In my jacket of denial
And its not us
Yeah were lost inside the spiral
I think im right
In my jacket of denial
(Thanks for the letter M)