Taking Punches From The Breeze

Restless conversation

I don't wanna talk

About what brought you to LA are you gonna stay are you getting what you want

See I got a back catalogue of questions to assess the likes of you

But the problem is I keep on asking questions I don't know the answer to

I got some quarters in my pocket

I got some bruises on my knees

They can't remember how they got there

They're just like me

Oh I been takin punches from the breeze

I live in a daydream of future escape plans

I been watching videos online of converted sprinter vans

I told my friends in Brooklyn I might move out to New York

If the world is my oyster I've been poking at it with a plastic fork

I got some quarters in my pocket

I got bruises on my knees

They can't remember how they got there

They're just like me

Oh I been takin punches from the breeze

I got some quarters in my pocket

I got bruises on my knees

They can't remember how they got there

They're just like me

Oh I've been taking punches from the breeze

I've been taking punches from the breeze