Sunny Distractions
I stained my favorite thrift-store shirt with black coffee
While reading comic strips inside a warm café
I tried to find the perfect text to send you
But closed my phone and let the feeling slip away
Maybe I'm just overthinking simple things again
Like how we always laugh but struggle to be friends
And under
the summer sun
We are trip-ping over words we haven't said (yeah-eh)
Running on
three hours of sleep
And a classic tune stuck inside my head
Your record collection has a couple of scratches
But you still play them through a dusty little speaker
I adjust my glasses and I try to look clever
But my resolve is getting progressively weaker
Maybe we're just overthinking simple things again
Like how we always laugh but struggle to be friends
And under
the summer sun
We are trip-ping over words we haven't said (yeah-eh)
Running on
three hours of sleep
And a classic tune stuck inside my head
We don't need a map or a master plan
Just a little bit of time
And a second hand
Stuck inside my head
(so stuck inside my head)
Under the summer sun (ooh-ooh-ooh)