Letras
Picking up where I left off, right where I left off
Hear me in the best times
Rock, rock with me through the past tense
You won't see them changes in your face while it's happening
I was living on a wood grain, reckless, packed sardines
Every day, endless
In the summertime I wasn't looking to survive
I was only trying to make it to a mosh pit
And my best friend, you my best, you my best friend
But it really turned toxic
We were swan diving in the bed often
More time, couldn't tell you what I wanted
Summertime's still alive
Summertime's still alive