Lyrics

[Intro] They all say Ceebo Let Go! It's in the simple little things you do (Simple Things) It's in the nanananana do Badadadada, badadadada Hey, I think I'm onto somethin'! Yeah, I feel it [Verse 1] 1, 2 It's simple! If I can watch paint dry with you, and have some fun And projected a pretty picture of mom on, you're the one It's in the way we lock arms It's in that stray piece of yarn On that cable-knit sweater you're wearin' under my awning, yawning And wastin' the day away in the park Using cardboard as a sled and duckin' branches in the dark And how you made fun of me for trippin' fire alarms Or when we go to Chinatown, get into bars that don't card Jazz in the Blue Note, you didn't understand, but knew I dug Found out museums I didn't understand but you would tug me to I loved the minimalism Warm tones, all the Monet and pastel, pre-schism I didn't overthink my lyrics when adulthood was new I overdrank a little bit, and you were love drunk too My heart was honest, it would bend backward for you, contortionist To make you smile I knew those lips so well in such a short while Lemme see them dimples I was afraid to crash into something, two fast cymbals (Ba-dum, tss!) But I pricked my thumb on the thorn of love before I wore a thimble Knowing how to drop off the pain helped my knees buckling, crippled I thought I'd ruin It I wasn't worth you "It was all on me" was literal, man you know it's true Despite my big ol' brain, and the passion you said I'd kindle [Outro] My dumbass let you go, And now you're gone Plain and simple Damn