With the summer i confide the thoughts of what it means to be alive
Like a Polaroid developing with the light
What do you know about me, other than what you can see?
Behind this broken smile lies an antique heart
Why do i try so much, i’m like a doctor who has lost his touch?
And why do i call this my best, like the kid in class who cheats on all the
tests.
With the summer i confide the thoughts of what it means to be alive
Like a Polaroid developing with the light
What do you know about me, other than what you can see?
Behind this broken smile lies an antique heart
I wonder if I’ll ever know how to play this thing or how this song should go.
I wonder what i’m trying for; i have got to find myself behind this wall of metaphors
With the summer i confide the thoughts of what it means to be alive
Like a Polaroid developing with the light
What do you know about me, other than what you can see?
Behind this broken smile lies an antique heart