Your tether’s the only thing I brought back home A nameless number sitting in my phone You stupid kid always kidding yourself You gotta put that shit all back on the shelf Headed south on I-5, telling myself lies Always set yourself up to fall apart Always reset to a broken heart Star studded eyes, intuition lies We stayed up too late with two bottles of eight We cast our bets on an empty slate Headed south on I-5, telling myself lies Headed south on I-5, telling myself lies Headed south on I-5, headed south on I-5, telling myself lies