Summer Jobs by Hunter Hart Lyrics
Verse:
You were at loss for words
Which doesn't make sense since you're a walking dictionary
There was a time you would sit with the birds and just play Pictionary
You can't seem to quit with your extensive Shakespearean bullshit
Chorus:
Late night walks
Turn into late night talks
Turn into late night drives
Turn into late night drinks
Turns into late night sex
Turns into nothing in the morning
Bridge:
Which becomes a never ending awkwardness we
Never address
Verse:
I want you to feel my sweat through my shattered weak old broken skin
We ran a 50 year bet to see who would be the first to sin
But I just kept going along with whatever you said would keep me out of my head
Chorus:
Early morning eggs turn into early morning
Coffee breaks turns into early morning
Rattlesnakes turns into early morning
Heartbreaks turns into overnight trips to the morgue
Bridge:
Which becomes a broken home
And everyone feeling alone
Outro:
I'm addicted to you
But not the real you
The person I made up for the album
That I call “you” because you're not real as far as I'm aware
But I sure wish that would change you
With all this spare change I have sitting in pockets
I spent all my good money buying stupid shit that I don't need
That’s not to say that I really have money
It's just to say that
If I had money
I would spend what I did have to change you
But that's not to say that you're not fine the way you are
It's just to say that I wish you were different
And that you were not you
That you were somebody else
To a varying degree but not entirely
Because I still appreciate you the way that you are to an extent
It's kind of hard to explain
I think i’ll probably shut up now
Because there’s really no saving me from this one
You were at loss for words
Which doesn't make sense since you're a walking dictionary
There was a time you would sit with the birds and just play Pictionary
You can't seem to quit with your extensive Shakespearean bullshit
Chorus:
Late night walks
Turn into late night talks
Turn into late night drives
Turn into late night drinks
Turns into late night sex
Turns into nothing in the morning
Bridge:
Which becomes a never ending awkwardness we
Never address
Verse:
I want you to feel my sweat through my shattered weak old broken skin
We ran a 50 year bet to see who would be the first to sin
But I just kept going along with whatever you said would keep me out of my head
Chorus:
Early morning eggs turn into early morning
Coffee breaks turns into early morning
Rattlesnakes turns into early morning
Heartbreaks turns into overnight trips to the morgue
Bridge:
Which becomes a broken home
And everyone feeling alone
Outro:
I'm addicted to you
But not the real you
The person I made up for the album
That I call “you” because you're not real as far as I'm aware
But I sure wish that would change you
With all this spare change I have sitting in pockets
I spent all my good money buying stupid shit that I don't need
That’s not to say that I really have money
It's just to say that
If I had money
I would spend what I did have to change you
But that's not to say that you're not fine the way you are
It's just to say that I wish you were different
And that you were not you
That you were somebody else
To a varying degree but not entirely
Because I still appreciate you the way that you are to an extent
It's kind of hard to explain
I think i’ll probably shut up now
Because there’s really no saving me from this one