"Taking Punches From The Breeze" lyrics

Restless conversation
I don't wanna talk
About what brought you to LA are you gonna stay are you getting what you want
See I got a back catalogue of questions to assess the likes of you
But the problem is I keep on asking questions I don't know my own answers to

But I got some quarters in my pocket
And I got some bruises on my knees
And they can't remember how they got there
They're just like me
Oh I been taking punches from the breeze

I live in a daydream of future escape plans
Been watching videos online of converted sprinter vans
I told my friends in Brooklyn that one day I'm gonna move out to New York
Well if the world is my oyster I've been poking at it with a plastic fork

But I got some quarters in my pocket
And I got some bruises on my knees
And they can't remember how they got there
They're just like me
Oh I been taking punches from the breeze
Oh I been taking punches from the breeze

But I got some quarters in my pocket
I got some bruises on my knees
And they can't remember how they got there
They're just like me
Oh I've been taking punches from the breeze