Found a crumpled twenty in my denim jacket

Next to a parking ticket from a year ago, I’m gonna back it.

The coffee’s cold but the sky is looking expensive,

Kind of blue that makes a person feel less apprehensive.

I’m skipping the cracks, I’m ignoring the news,

I’ve got the spirit of a winner and some beat-up shoes.

My heart is a bird in a shoebox, kicking at the lid,

I’m doing all the things that my mother never did.

The pressure’s building up like a shaken-up soda,

I’m over the hill and I’m over the quota!

Oh! Catch a fever, catch a lucky break,

I’m a house on fire in a frozen lake!

Give me that Second-Hand Magic,

It’s loud and it’s gold and it’s tragic! (Wait for it, Go!)

We’re not "fine," we’re better than that,

Like a backstreet king in a cardboard hat.

The air smells like rain and expensive pavement,

I’m the CEO of my own misbehaviorment

(Yeah, I made that word up, keep the tape rolling)

Streetlights flickering like they’re out on patroling.

Don’t need a map when the intuition is humming,

You can hear the bass from three blocks coming.

I’m not "on fire," I’m just... warm.

I’m the quiet center of a very loud storm.

One more time for the people in the back!

LET IT CRACK.

Oh! Catch a fever, catch a lucky break,

I’m a house on fire in a frozen lake!

Give me that Second-Hand Magic,

It’s loud and it’s gold and it’s tragic! (Wait for it, Go!)

We’re not "fine," we’re better than that,

Like a backstreet king in a cardboard hat.

7:01... the luck is in.

(Don't fix the feedback, let it spin.)

Yeah, I'm feeling expensive.