Sometimes I go to work I just don't feel right Sometimes I wake up and it all feels wrong So when I come down from the heights of anxiety Meet me at the airport with your blue dress on Sometimes I spend my nights tossing and turning Thinking about my wasted days and wishing I'd done more So pretend that we're not people with problems Plowin' through the evening like tomorrow won't come 'Cause I would rather wake up hungover Than go to bed regretting this night's over I can live on three hours sleep I can make mistakes I'll repeat You and I skulling mojitos On the eastern coast of a pretty place And a stranger from California With a friendly smile and a sunburnt face Reminiscing about October When the superstorm took our shores away And if I see you in New York City I'll buy you a beer if you don't forget my name Sometimes I wake up and I just don't feel right Sometimes I go to work and it all feels wrong Sometimes I know I'm not myself when I'm hanging out Staring out the window like there's something going on Sometimes I get distracted by the nagging fear that The future that I'm building ain't the future that I want So when I come up from the depths of anxiety Meet me at the ocean with your swim trunks on