School ends tomorrow
Wish it ended last week
Baby starts crying
He don't know what he's crying for
But you just give him his bottle
And wish you could give him more
Old grey corolla
Is what your driving for the year
Sunset is dying
Four AM your legs are sore
Made love in the kitchen
Feelings rich but bank accounts are pour
Adolescent daydreaming
And my whole future i'll plot with you
Sounds like a lot
And honey its a lot to do
Flight to Toronto
Pretzels in one hand
Five dollar bill in the other
So cheap it feels like rubber bands
But attendant takes the money
Takes what she can get and takes it when she can
Scrapped all my vinyls
Got to much music in my head
Begging for money
Begging for some bread
But then baby it hit me
While one person starves another lays in bed
Adolescent daydreaming
And my whole future i'll plot with you
Sounds like a lot
And honey its a lot to do
Adolescent daydreaming
And my whole future i'll plot with you
Sounds like a lot
And honey its a lot to do