thinkin' bout four summers ago driving down quiet back roads in south jersey, i was stinking of lake water and snack bar grease
listened to \"September Gurls\" and hoped the school year would be different, didn't wanna be a Big Star but didn't wanna be a small fry either, no oh oh oh oh didn't wanna be a weenie any more
coffee at the kitchen table, you'll join me two hours later i'll be sitting in front of a blank page in my notebook been reading through modern poetry i just dont understand these images why's this beauty blocked from me? well, i know i know certain things:
i know uncertainty i know every last freakin' thing 'bout hyperbole i know someone knows the weather, doesn't matter i always pack an extra sweater bad jokes make me happy :)
put my laundry in the dryer two days later turn it on high and forget it, it catches on fire i want to throw the appliance out the window of my third floor apartment, but i can't lift it so i spit on it
sip homemade lemonade in my dreams cause i've yet to make any not too much sugar, i like the sour and sting dump iced tea on my head in here i'm burning up, i'm unraveling kick off my shoes, come with me, we'll swim through through these sweat-stained sheets
crack open another can of beans cheers to friends we've yet to meet, i'll pray they forgive my reclusive tendencies we've all got so much strange to give