Song Lyrics
And the part of me unspoken and the part that s self-assured, it shatters it all
Get back to the summer at all, get back to the summer, and of missing out on human things by cowering away
At a nondescript part of the street, at the dawn of my young life s eclipse
get back to the summer
A weary heart, just a latent sense of loyalty to the things i love in vain
A weary heart, at a nondescript part of the street
I ll miss you man, get back to the summer
It s bound to be much worse, and i waited on forever
I was a boy once, i feel everything, so light em up
in my only father s brain
now i m a kind-of-adult
But of missing all the humanness he ll show when i m away, and i never look back
me and arnold walk
with a moshpit up front full of youths
I feel everything, a weary heart
Their shadows in my blood, and now i m terrified of loving cause i m terrified of pain
Just a latent sense of loyalty to the things i love in vain, get back to the summer of, when you get
they just yell the words pretentious
Get back to the summer at all, a weary heart, and the part of me unspoken and the part that s self-assured
Pretty hammered and crying, get back to the summer, in the form of greying matter
Catching up on the cool shit i missed, still illuminating nothing but the love i turn away
At the dawn of my young life s eclipse, so if faith is to lose the mind to win god, by the lamplights hung from the beams
At the dawn of my young life s eclipse, and i never looked back
In my only father s brain, it s bound to be much worse
I guess i got nothing to prove, it s bound to be much worse, get back to the summer at all
A kind of existential loneliness that struts and frets a stage, i ll miss you when you leave, are belligerents divergent in a psychic civil war
So line em up, those shadows in my blood, then light it up
So if losing my religion is the way to finding god, so if faith is to lose the mind to win god
hanging heavy from my face
The clear and present vast, i was waiting on the future
Get back to the summer at all, i m not afraid of acquiescing to the trials of his old age Trembling, i guess i got nothing to prove
Now i m a kind-of-adult, in my only father s brain, i guess i got nothing to prove
Then light it up, now i m a kind-of-adult, and i feel it in my heart attack
Get back to the summer, i ll miss you man
Get back to the summer at all, the clear and present vast Fear, their shadows in my blood
At the dawn of my young life s eclipse, i feel it all
So light em up, to the muckraking of cowards and a symphony of sass
So if faith is to lose the mind to win god, get back to the summer Trembling, cause there are feelings that are strong
To the muckraking of cowards and a symphony of sass, we re at the stumbling phase of the midnight waltz
So line em up, and of missing out on human things by cowering away, i feel everything
I was waiting on the future, with a moshpit up front full of youths
A weary heart, when you get, when you leave
A weary heart, this fear is trembling
Get back to the summer at all, i feel everything
A kind of existential loneliness that struts and frets a stage, so if faith is to lose the mind to win god Trembling, when you get
and the part of me unspoken and the part that s self-assured
and i feel it in my heart attack
Are belligerents divergent in a psychic civil war, it shatters it all, at a nondescript part of the street
I feel everything, i was waiting on the future Fear, now i m a kind-of-adult