Theres no such thing as random numbers I've got a band of brothers There might be twenty of us I lose count in the summers My birthday's in the winter Time's like an anaconda Last week was so constricting But 86 the venom I've got like thirty different first impressions in rotation I built a city in my room The suburbs in the basement You're blowing smoke like it's below freezing For one, you're just breathing And two, we don't need it Never seen a yellow light If I don't get the green I need to take a right Or should I save it for another night? Even my alarm told me give it time But I'm terrified Uh, fake it 'til I'm patient I'll make it when it makes sense How do I explain it? Hydroplaning It wasn't even raining If you aren't on the wave Why're you smiling and waving? I'm just smiling and waving On a different wavelength