| Cal, you’re bringing out the worst out of me
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| Tune in and out of your frequency
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| Fuck the weather
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| The sun is never shining down on me
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| Cal, I wish that I had a plan
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| I just get high and lay in my bed
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| Write in excess over days 'til your jet plane flies away
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| I know I should’ve expected it
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| But I’m just a fucking kid
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| Another time on my phone again
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| And I don’t know why I’m even trying
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| Came around, head in the clouds again
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| Thinking too loud, can’t hear a word that you say
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| You said Cal, you’re driving into a dead end
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| Played a game, now it’s all pretend
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| The sun sets on the horizon
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| For you
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| I know I should’ve expected it
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| But I’m just a fucking kid
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| Another time on my phone again
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| And I don’t know why I’m even trying |