Worn Out Tires

I advance the LA Skyline I push the pedal as hard as I can I pass through the city and I Think about who I really am It's not a frame of reference But the planting of a seed 'Cause no one could have planned Life according to geography (Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah) My ears are ringing with the sound of uncertainties And this conjuring feeling My life's a broken tire factory I race away to a city Where I know who I really am But these worn out tires Are spinning me in circles once again Up the stairs theres a mirror on the wall I like the view that I don't see 'Cause when you think you really know someone, well What you don't know is that everyone one deceives Theres a frame of reference And theres a frame of mind I think about our years together And break them down to time My ears are ringing with the sound of uncertainties And this conjuring feeling My life's a broken tire factory I race away to a city Where I know who I really am But these worn out tires Are spinning me in circles once again My ears are ringing with the sound of uncertainties And this conjuring feeling My life's a broken tire factory I race away to a city Where I know who I really am But these worn out tires Are spinning me in circles once again