Lyric

Heat on the wall, fan moving slow

Bills on the table, nowhere to go

I put on cheap frames from a corner store

Make the whole world hurt a little less than before

The street looks gold through a scratched-up lens

Bad news calls, I don’t pick up again

There’s a song in the room with the blinds half drawn

And I let it run until the weight moves on

I’m not fixed, I’m not free

But the light comes leaning into me

So I breathe, so I sway

Let the trouble wait one more day

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Hot air moving through the room

I got problems, I got no halos

But I can still move like I’m almost new

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Let the little speakers glow

If the hurt won’t leave me alone

I’ll make it dance before it goes

Na-na, na-na, I’m alright for a minute

Na-na, na-na, while the warm air’s in it

Na-na, na-na, not saved, just spinning

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Blue cup sweating by the broken screen

Same old story in a brighter scene

I laugh too late at a joke I made

Like the sadness got bored and looked away

There’s dust in the sun, there’s salt on my skin

A little more rhythm than the mess I’m in

I don’t need a cure in a perfect line

Just a cheap little shine and a louder time

I’m not fixed, I’m not free

But the light keeps finding the floor under me

So I breathe, so I sway

Let the trouble wait one more day

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Hot air moving through the room

I got problems, I got no halos

But I can still move like I’m almost new

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Let the little speakers glow

If the hurt won’t leave me alone

I’ll make it dance before it goes

Maybe tomorrow gets heavy again

Maybe the morning remembers my name

Maybe the questions come back with the sun

But right now the beat says run, run, run

Not from the truth, not out of my skin

Just far enough out to come back in

With a laugh in my mouth and a song in my chest

Not over it all, just carrying it less

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Hot air moving through the room

I got problems, I got no halos

But I can still move like I’m almost new

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Let the little speakers glow

If the hurt won’t leave me alone

I’ll make it dance before it goes

Na-na, na-na, I’m alright for a minute

Na-na, na-na, while the warm air’s in it

Na-na, na-na, not saved, just spinning

Cheap sunglasses, open windows

Cheap sunglasses, open windows