Got an apartment
Three doors down where I used to live
We're not getting any better
We could move to Los Angeles
Know I hated it when everybody did
I'm not getting any younger
Everything I had, I want it back
Got to get used to it
Yeah I find that there's no use talking to you
Saw the line in the movement
Wasn't mine yet
Everything I had, I want it back
Tongue-tied lightning
All that might have been
Throwing 5 in a cab
You and me in the back
5 in a cab
You and me
Everything I had, I want it back