5 a.m. in a city that I don't know
Wet hair from swimming in normal clothes
The smell in the air right before it storms
Old feelings with pardon me, I'm just stoned

Lying down in the middle of childhood streets
Not quite recalling falling asleep
The first day of fall 'cause it makes you breathe
The odd time you're tired

But you like how it feels
You like how it feels
You like how it feels
You like how it feels

Like how it feels
Like how it feels
Like how it feels
Like how it feels

How it feels
How it feels