This drought is gonna be the death of me.
I spend all night by the swimming pool
Terrified if someone were to happen by
And push me in I might break my fucking legs.
Yeah, I've been told I have a dirty mouth.
That’s what war does to young tongues.
And if I can't love another person
Till I learn to love myself—I guess I never loved.
So, woe is me.
And I never made a fire,
Never set off fireworks.
I never found buried treasure
With my friends.
But somewhere beneath the static
We found those melodies
They all forgot how to sing.
And what could be more loving?
So, dream with me.
’Cause you are everything,
Everything to me.