[Intro: desert wind Distant freeway hum] If you make it past Whitewater Don't turn around [Verse 1] Palm trees swayin' like they know your name Pink neon heaven wrapped around the pain Everybody smilin' with a dead-eyed stare Sellin' little pieces of themselves for air Cheap motel nights in the desert heat Saint Laurent ghosts stumblin' down the street You think somebody finally sees your soul 'Til they empty your pockets and leave you cold [Pre-Chorus] And they'll help you look for everything they stole Baby That's the worst part [Chorus] Palm Springs bubble Pulls you back under Right when you swear you're finally done Whitewater callin' Engine still runnin' One more night turns into another one Everybody wants Somethin' from you Your body Your pills Your light Your truth Palm Springs bubble Beautiful ruin Dancin' at the edge of the void with you [Verse 2] Sunrise comin' through the blackout shades Somebody cryin' while the synth beat plays Makeup on the counter Strangers in the hall Everybody runnin' from themselves That's all You say "Fuck this town I'm finally leavin'" Then your phone lights up And suddenly you're speedin' Back into the glitter Back into the noise Back where loneliness dresses up like boys [Bridge: stripped Emotional] If I can just get past Whitewater If I can just keep driving Maybe there's still a version of me Waitin' outside the bubble
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