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{intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro} (hummmmm) {warm room resonance} Aint it funny
when the summer comes
It feels like the world
could never end
And we can't possibly die
{subtle pedal steel swells} There's a stronger chance for tomorrow
I wonder what my sound sounds like If I pick up a
guitar
Is it as exciting as I imagined I'd be?
Am I a natural performer
Or just trying to be a star?
Will I ever move people
By what I call
creativity?
Is next year going to kill me?
I think I'll die
in the spring (ahhhh)
Right before my birthday
You treat my mom better
What kind of hypocrite I am
To hate you so loudly Because I adored you,
no truly
Even mommy got a girlfriend
Just something I
couldn't have
Is twenty years too old to blame on teenage years?
Too proud to apologize
Maybe I should make my own moral rules
Pretending it didn't happen is better
Even if you've gone mad
Will I ever move people
By what I call
creativity?
Is next year going to kill me?
I think I'll die in the spring (ohhh)
Right before my birthday
Learn physical touch Say something nice Train that like a muscle I
think
it is
possible to learn {guitar fades slowly to single notes}