Tails

Summers almost over
Let's pretend we're 15 again
Swimming winters ocean
Let's pretend we're 15 again
Chewing on our fingers
Like a soggy pencil at the bottom of your bed
When I hold your hand
Turn your head, now turn your head
It's that question that's been on my mind
When we grow old will we be happy
It's that question that's been on my mind
When I get old will you still be there
Television erases, it doesn't have to be that way
You're as scared as I am, it doesn't have to be this way
Spitting at each other, when things get tough we'll just give up
When I hold your hand
Turn your head, now turn your head
It's that question that's been on my mind
When we grow old will we be happy
While we have this time, you penetrate my mind
And there's that word, you're getting old
Your getting old again
Summers almost over, let's pretend we're 15 again
Bury you in angry sand, let's pretend we're 15 again
Wrestle you for breakfast
What happened to imagination
Sweet imagination
Turn your head, now turn your head
It's that question that's been on my mind
Sad to feel when the burns begin to heal
And the greeting cards are frozen still in paper coffins
All the meals will one day add up to nothing
Sleeping bags left frozen still in semen coffins
It's good to see below the sea
Rocking sawhorse diaries