lyrics: I know I’m getting real sad When i start fantasizing about Living in New York City And romanticizing busyness You visited me in my dream again I don’t know what it means And honestly I’m too tired And too sick to contemplate it I wonder if i talk too much I wonder if they hate my guts When the ceiling starts spinning And my words start slurring But it’s summer in the city And I’m lucky to be with you Picking four leaf clovers in the grass Wishing on dandelions that this will last Drawing hearts all over my skin Tan lines that are permanent Dreading the winter weather That will wash it all away I know everything about myself Inside and out, every inch When I tell joke about it Is it really obvious? That my mind holds a dagger And willingly turns it on itself Holds it up when I look in the mirror Waiting for one of us to chicken out I wonder if I kid too much I wonder if my word’s enough When the world starts spinning And my heart starts hurting But its summer in the city Will I always be with you Put flowers in my hair And watch them die so soon A ghost looks at me in the reflection Of your eyes watching mine Are you searching for a sign Of your impending doom? Cause I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much And I think ive had my fill enough Plotting my escape Sneaking out past the guards Cause I don’t think you’ll like me When you get down to the core When my heart’s in front of you You’ll have a feeling of needing more You’ll need more But its summer in the city And for now ill hold you Ill block out our future Out of fear for what’s true Ill wait for you each night As you close your eyes Watch you as you sleep Picture you not next to me Cause its summer in the city So I ought to have you But as soon as the leaves turn brown Ill be turning around Watch you in the rearview mirror Slowly fade away A clover pressed in your notebook Waiting for the return of me
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lyrics:
I know I’m getting real sad
When i start fantasizing about
Living in New York City
And romanticizing busyness
You visited me in my dream again
I don’t know what it means
And honestly I’m too tired
And too sick to contemplate it
I wonder if i talk too much
I wonder if they hate my guts
When the ceiling starts spinning
And my words start slurring
But it’s summer in the city
And I’m lucky to be with you
Picking four leaf clovers in the grass
Wishing on dandelions that this will last
Drawing hearts all over my skin
Tan lines that are permanent
Dreading the winter weather
That will wash it all away
I know everything about myself
Inside and out, every inch
When I tell joke about it
Is it really obvious?
That my mind holds a dagger
And willingly turns it on itself
Holds it up when I look in the mirror
Waiting for one of us to chicken out
I wonder if I kid too much
I wonder if my word’s enough
When the world starts spinning
And my heart starts hurting
But its summer in the city
Will I always be with you
Put flowers in my hair
And watch them die so soon
A ghost looks at me in the reflection
Of your eyes watching mine
Are you searching for a sign
Of your impending doom?
Cause I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much
And I think ive had my fill enough
Plotting my escape
Sneaking out past the guards
Cause I don’t think you’ll like me
When you get down to the core
When my heart’s in front of you
You’ll have a feeling of needing more
You’ll need more
But its summer in the city
And for now ill hold you
Ill block out our future
Out of fear for what’s true
Ill wait for you each night
As you close your eyes
Watch you as you sleep
Picture you not next to me
Cause its summer in the city
So I ought to have you
But as soon as the leaves turn brown
Ill be turning around
Watch you in the rearview mirror
Slowly fade away
A clover pressed in your notebook
Waiting for the return of me