Your tether’s the only thing I brought back home
A nameless number sitting in my phone
You stupid kid always kidding yourself
You gotta put that shit all back on the shelf
Headed south on I-5, telling myself lies

Always set yourself up to fall apart
Always reset to a broken heart
Star studded eyes, intuition lies

We stayed up too late with two bottles of eight
We cast our bets on an empty slate
Headed south on I-5, telling myself lies
Headed south on I-5, telling myself lies
Headed south on I-5, headed south on I-5, telling myself lies