I’ve been looking for a call
I got a lot of things waiting to fall
Fall into place
Trying to pick up the pace
Find me something I can face
I live in a place called the city of angels
But living below where they stay
Find me an angel to help me come up
One that would tell me my ways but

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
Who I am
Who I am
And so you don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
Who I am
Who I am

Looking for something that’s greater than me
Something to be
Something to be proud of
Part of a team
Calling my fouls
And what I achieve
Parking my ass on a bench
Watching referees
Letting nobody getting too close to me
Barking up similar trees
As those that left me
Maybe a change in my scenery?
But I’m just going for the bag
Get my mind straight until I know I got that
Trying to remind myself I’ve got a craft
Valuable asset, subjective facts

And am I really looking for the one
The one that I can really be upon
And yeah I’ve experienced love
That’s why I act like I don’t give a fuck
Feeling like I’ve backtracked
Lacking the drive
While I’m sitting in the Amtrak
Passing her by like
Damn I should ask what’s your name
What’s your sign
Where you really like to eat at
But alas, I’m a man of little words
Hit the gas, but I’m whipping in reverse
What I lack is the will to converse
Introvert who prefers to observe

So I keep telling myself that I can move on slowly
Broken the shackles from my past few flings
Took time alone to figure out myself
And now I’ve gotten used to all these lonely streets
But maybe someday I will meet you
The same path we take as an equal
Teaching me while I can teach you
Molding the pavement for sequels but

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
Who I am
Who I am
And so you don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
Who I am
Who I am

I’m counting down the days for whatever
I’m bouncing around the place like at Coachella
Putting myself down like I’m Old Yeller
Sad endings always lead to something better
I’m counting down the days for whatever
I’m bouncing around the place like at Coachella
Putting myself down like I’m Old Yeller
Sad endings always lead to something better

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
Who I am
Who I am
And so you don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know
Who I am
Who I am