Look out Im on a search for self destruction
Crawling over the great plains of my cell phone contacts
Just to, find a pretty girl to take home late at night
To hold my sweaty palms and stuff
Heads up because Im always moving forward
And if sometimes I get scared I know that I can look towards you
Back of the pack but not back of my mind
And thats the worst part knowing I gotta find someone new
Yeah, I said that Im always moving forward
But my heads really on a swivel
Searching for the tracks I made when I left you
And though it sounds like I lost what I got
What Im really trying to say is Im gonna get back what I lost
So you better tell your f**ing heart to look out