I rode my bike home after dawn And the sunrise felt abrasive Like after a middle school dance when they turn those gym lights on (gross!) Under bridges, over cracks It was hard to keep peddling when all i want to do is peddle back Say woah yeah We drove east down to the sea And one of them tall white wooden life guard chairs and a borrowed adidas track jacket and the moon like a swollen tangerine Six months ago almost to the day And i just got to of one of the points in my life where it was weird to think how much was different And also to think how much was exactly, exactly the same On the trip back I remember saying to myself "our town looks cute" And then instantly thinking Say our town Our town Say our town Our town