Oakland

The mouth of my suitcase

Says I'm making a big mistake

I'll pay for it one day

Just not today, today, today

Running shoes that I can't lace

Big balloons that I can't inflate

A Crayon and a blank slate

Pulls me away, away, away

You're gutted

I'm leaving

So sad to go

I'm leaving my heart in San Francisco

My tall strawberry blonde that oh, I'll miss so

I'll send you a postcard when I get where I've gotta be

But something is calling me

I'm sorry

A castle in quicksand

I'm a fool with a bird in hand

Who's trading his dreamland

Even I don't understand

And now I glitter with envy

Of your new version without me

I'm only stupid, don't hate me

I'm trying to do the best I can

You're gutted

I'm leaving

So sad to go

I'm leaving my heart in San Francisco

My tall strawberry blonde that oh, I'll miss so

I'll send you a postcard when I get where I've gotta be

Something is calling me

I'm sorry