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Cal, you're bringing out the worst out of me Tune in and out of your frequency Fuck the weather The sun is never shining down on me Cal, I wish that I had a plan I just get high and lay in my bed Write in excess over days 'til your jet plane flies away I know I should've expected it But I'm just a fucking kid Another time on my phone again And I don't know why I'm even trying Came around, head in the clouds again Thinking too loud, can't hear a word that you say You said Cal, you're driving into a dead end Played a game, now it's all pretend The sun sets on the horizon For you I know I should've expected it But I'm just a fucking kid Another time on my phone again And I don't know why I'm even trying From Letras Mania