Laughing, cans, oh who's the man on the big slide
Rocks in shoes, the cool and bright blue day
Spinning around the poles, the souls of my shoes
Laticia, Sara, Marty, Mic, and Mike
The cow bell rings you're it
Mom yells loud, that's it
Blood is running down my face but I was thinking of the Brady's
I don't want to separate
I don't care if I'm late
I just need to talk a little more
Apple cores I'm insecure about kissing
Faking all the things she knew I did
Sex, scared lying from the fear
People talking all night I hear their words
I'm sitting on some Jungle Gym Literature
Lights are out, no more buzz and talking is my cure
And I ask of the past for its memories
There's nothing wrong with me
Fly, oh the fights, climbing poles
We could all use a little more
Of our youth, the truth, so pure
We could all use a little more
The cow bell rings you're it
Mom yells loud, that's it
Blood is running down my face but I was thinking of the Brady's
I don't want to separate
I don't care if I'm late
I just need to talk a little more
I'm sitting on some Jungle Gym Literature
Lights are out, no more buzz and talking is my cure
And I ask of the past for its memories
There's nothing wrong with me
I'm sitting on some Jungle Gym Literature
Lights are out, no more buzz and talking is my cure
And I ask of the past for its memories
There's nothing wrong with me