eastern coast

sometimes i go to work i just don't feel right

sometimes i wake up and it all feels wrong

so when i come down from the heights of anxiety

meet me at the airport with your blue dress on

sometimes i spend my nights tossing and turning

thinking about my wasted days and wishing i'd done more

so pretend that we're not people with problems

plowin' through the evening like tomorrow won't come

'cause i would rather wake up hungover

than go to bed regretting this night's over

i can live on three hours sleep

i can make mistakes i'll repeat

you and i skulling mojitos

on the eastern coast of a pretty place

and a stranger from california

with a friendly smile and a sunburnt face

reminiscing about october

when the superstorm took our shores away

and if i see you in new york city

i'll buy you a beer if you don't forget my name

sometimes i wake up and i just don't feel right

sometimes i go to work and it all feels wrong

sometimes i know i'm not myself when i'm hanging out

staring out the window like there's something going on

sometimes i get distracted by the nagging fear that

the future that i'm building ain't the future that i want

so when i come up from the depths of anxiety

meet me at the ocean with your swim trunks on