Look Out

Look out I’m 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 I’m 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 that’s the worst part knowing I gotta’ find someone new

Yeah, I said that I’m always moving forward

But my head’s 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 I’m really trying to say is I’m gonna’ get back what I lost

So you better tell your fucking heart to look out