First Floor

The feeling
That you get when you step off the plane, it's awfully strange
I see my family by the window of the baggage lane
[?] I know that there's a fear in me
Now it's your turn, there's lots of shit in Puerto Rico
I had fun in Croatia, now I'm home and feeling single
Not the case but I just mean I'm really gonna miss ya

So I just share my feelings
In my song, yeah
I don't care how the lyrics sound
Yeah I share my feelings
In my song, yeah
I don't care how the lyrics sound

So I'll fold my laundry
Store my socks and
Paint my painting
Spray my spray
On the two back walls
On the first floor bathroom
And hang my towel
Out two years
And I'll play guitar
But I don't know how
And I'll buy a car
Just to leave town
Even if I can't make it
I'll still have fun
Get another tattoo
Just to say I got one

And if you blink real hard you could prolly see me
I'm the spark at night, I'm the ghost in dreams
And buy my ticket, go to NYC
When you buy your ticket, can you notify me?
I was working at [?]
Your [?] back home
Always gave you a call, not a [?] on my phone
And I'm [?] trying my [?]
And I paint my room and I'm going too far
It doesn't seem so bad, going right
Only a few more weeks, [?]
And we can shine like all the sparkles in night
And we can spark like all the lights up in the sky
Well soon I'll be in New York City
And when I wake up, you'll be right there with me
But in the meantime, I'll be keeping busy
[?] really miss me

So I'll fold my laundry
Store my socks and
Paint my painting
Spray my spray
On the two back walls
On the first floor bathroom
And hang my towel
Out two years
And I'll play guitar
But I don't know how
And I'll buy a car
Just to leave town
Even if I can't make it
I'll still have fun
Get another tattoo
Just to say I got one