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
