And I was drifting down the coast
With the girl I loved the most
But it’s not what you might think
It’s a long and tragic history
When will this shit end?
I need better friends, but for now, it’s fine

And I was smoking lots of weed
Trying to forget what you meant to me
Hanging out with folks just half my age
Buying vintage analog synthesizers
Sometimes skater shoes
Sometime re-issues of those vintage synths

From Point Arena to Stinson Beach
From Arcata to Bodega Bay

And I was drinking jasmine tea
When the goon squad came for me
It was all my drunken friends
They kicked down my front door again