White noise (white noise)
It's what you've learned to speak
It circulates (circulates)
It's in your bloodstream

Cross-fade (cross-fade)
The truth is killing you
Your drive has lost its luster
You're running low on fumes

I started stashing my phone
In the freezer at night
To fight temptation over and over and oh
It kills me when you say you're friday love
About getting older or even becoming a

Specter of what you used to dream
Or all the fears you thought you lost
Your dream there's nothing I can do to help

You're just an extra
Disappearing now

Are you having a late twenty breakdowns and
Has all your wild ins caught up and worn you out?
Are you tracing your own reflections
In bathroom mirrors and dialing my number?

You're driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There's nothing I can do to help

You're driving Santa Monica
The waves won't cool you down

You're driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There's nothing I can do to help

You're driving Santa Monica
All the tears are spilling out of ya
There's nothing I can do to help

You're just an extra
Disappearing now

White noise (white noise)
The waves won't cool you down

You're driving Santa Monica
Disappearing now

You're driving Santa Monica
The waves won't cool you down

White noise
White noise
White noise

Copyright: KILLPHONIC
Writer(s): Ryan Kattner