Lyrics

I stare at the sun with my eyes closed And imagine the way the soft earth In your backyard used to feel in between my toes It's something that I'm never getting back But as long as it's November, let's bury our bodies in cotton It's been three weeks in counting I've been coughing up something And I'll let you know just what's been buried at the bottom of these lungs If I ever get that far We never made it to the bridge this summer We all got caught up somewhere along the way But we still sit by the swings and talk about how boring Our lives have become Sometimes it's all the keeps me going We didn't even get sunburned once this summer If you can even call it that