New Boy

Cyn now, I don’t know
Seems that I can’t let my mind go
Cyn now, I don’t know
Drive home, get stoned
Find faith in a love that I’ll never know
Drive home, get stoned
Find fault in some friends that I really love
I’m tired of packing my shit up
Leave it all unspoken
I’m maxing out my bank account
Holy, I’m exposed
I’m sleeping over at your house
You know that it’s no warning
Keep the door open if that’s alright
You’re good for it, I know