The days we spend enlightened in threes
It’s not as hard as it seems
What’s on my mind, am I live?
Time bombs, our summer routine
Shrink said, “Life’s but a dream”
Well that means it’s not out of reach
She’s on the edge of her seat
It’s the edge of my make-believe
And your crystal ball
Isn’t crystal clear
So bide your time
And forget it while we’re here
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two cold hands, and these four seasons
Are way too much for me
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two left feet, and thirteen reasons
Are way too much for me
You say, “Come down to earth”
Right now I wish I could fly
If my teeth are ground in the curb
Then what’s wrong is all in mine
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two cold hands, and these four seasons
Are way too much for me
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two left feet, and thirteen reasons
Are way too much for me
And your crystal ball
Isn’t crystal clear
So bide your time
And forget it while we’re here
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two cold hands, and these four seasons
Are way too much for me
These lyrics on my wrist never really show
And I don’t think I’m ready to go
I got two left feet, and thirteen reasons
Are way too