321 call shotgun tell your friends that you won.
Then realize it’s not so fun being somewhere you don’t belong.
Call your mum say hello when she picks up the phone.
She asks if you’re feeling good,
You wish she understood.

You pass the houses and the street signs
and every letter that you see turns into a story.
And every eye that you meet
Makes an effort to forget that you even exist

Over Im over and out...

321 still calling shotgun tell your friends that you won.
Then realize it’s not so fun being somewhere you don’t belong.
Call your mum say hello when she picks up the phone.
She asks if you’re feeling good,
You wish she understood.

You pass the houses and the street signs
and every letter that you see turns into a story.
And every eye that you meet
Makes an effort to forget the fact that you even exist

Over I’m over and out...