Last night I crashed my car right into a restaurant It's the most that I've felt alive or something in so long In the ambulance lights I took in what I'd done And I noticed one of my shoes was untied As the waitress, she sat down with me outside 'Cause sometimes I'm happy adjacent Sometimes it's all decoration I can only take myself in sips When turning 30 leaves you tasting Emotional dehydration That's where all the miracles are hid If you blink, you're gonna miss it I called a psychic hotline mostly to argue And blame my humiliation on what her cards drew But I have an admiration for people who tell you That they know exactly where you're meant to land Sometimes you need that kind of comfort on demand Sometimes I'm happy adjacent Sometimes it's all decoration Sometimes I'm embarrassed I exist When California leaves you tasting Smoker's mouth and desperation That's when something in you really clicks If you blink, you're gonna miss it