Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Waste deep - hands on the water.
A little boy is wading, just laugh it off.
Could it be a shadow of anxiety reaching out.
I want a cure but don't want to listen.
Sometimes I still feel so dry.
I descend, don't know what I'm missing...
that's why I'm calling for you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Months pass, the pool is dry, and I can still will myself.
The cold air, the rain, and a simple twist of taste.
And we've been treading deep,
but that's something that we laughed off,
but I'm almost through with hoping and youth.
I want a cure but don't want to listen.
Sometimes I still feel so dry.
I descend, don't know what I'm missing...
that's why I'm calling for you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
(Ooh, ooh ooh) [x4]
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Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Waste deep - hands on the water.
A little boy is wading, just laugh it off.
Could it be a shadow of anxiety reaching out.
I want a cure but don't want to listen.
Sometimes I still feel so dry.
I descend, don't know what I'm missing...
that's why I'm calling for you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Months pass, the pool is dry, and I can still will myself.
The cold air, the rain, and a simple twist of taste.
And we've been treading deep,
but that's something that we laughed off,
but I'm almost through with hoping and youth.
I want a cure but don't want to listen.
Sometimes I still feel so dry.
I descend, don't know what I'm missing...
that's why I'm calling for you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
(Ooh, ooh ooh) [x4]
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Waste deep - hands on the water.
A little boy is wading, just laugh it off.
Could it be a shadow of anxiety reaching out.
I want a cure but don't want to listen.
Sometimes I still feel so dry.
I descend, don't know what I'm missing...
that's why I'm calling for you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Months pass, the pool is dry, and I can still will myself.
The cold air, the rain, and a simple twist of taste.
And we've been treading deep,
but that's something that we laughed off,
but I'm almost through with hoping and youth.
I want a cure but don't want to listen.
Sometimes I still feel so dry.
I descend, don't know what I'm missing...
that's why I'm calling for you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
Sometimes I'd rather be a good memory,
but I, I won't be there to comfort you.
(Ooh, ooh ooh) [x4]