Is this a summer song?
I'm cracking up craving hard
Just kick me right up to speed
A manic who wants it all
Is this a summer song?
I'm lying not even close
Just one more for the road
A hobby of feeling numb
Just cut me open to see that
I've got no soul.
Well how's it even possible?
It serves me right, a hit right close to home
My eyes are an act of thought
(My head held high I just might get by)
And every time my eyes give it all away.
(I can't quite say that it's a habit yet)
I'm cracking up craving hard
Just kick me right up to speed
A manic who wants it all
Is this a summer song?
I'm lying not even close
Just one more for the road
A hobby of feeling numb
Just cut me open to see that
I've got no soul.
Well how's it even possible?
It serves me right, a hit right close to home
My eyes are an act of thought
(My head held high I just might get by)
And every time my eyes give it all away.
(I can't quite say that it's a habit yet)