Lyricist : Isabel Whelan/Jon Santana

Composer : Isabel Whelan/Jon Santana

I don't have a cool enough haircut

To go to this backyard show in Silverlake

Scared, I run into my ex 'cause

We have the same friends and we like the same things

Think I'll run into this Target

And get a few things that I don't need

Avoiding the aisle where it started

I say I'll just look but I buy everything

I always do the same thing

I got you, nothing's changed

Big city, same small place

My God, yeah, nothing's changed

Big city, same small place

Big city, same small

Go for a walk and listen to a podcast

Thought I saw your car but it went too fast

I can't remember, was it blue or light grey?

Well, who even cares?

I'm sure it's fine anyway

I'm sure it's fine anyway

I got you, nothing's changed

Big city, same small place

My God, yeah, nothing's changed

Big city, same small place

Big city, same small

Big city, same small

Big city, same small

Big city, same small

My God, yeah, nothing's changed

Big city, same small place

My God, yeah, nothing's changed

Big city, same small place

Big city, same small

Big city, same small