BansheeBeatOLD

oh, there’ll be time to get by
i get dry after the swimming pool
oh, there’ll be time to just cry
or wonder why it didn’t work out
oh, there’ll be time to fish fry
for letters by yours truly
yours truly...

someone in my dictionary's up to no good
i never find the very special words i should
i have another party with your water glass
and i sit on all your actions, in a birthing game

my buddy needs a shower, 'cause he’s just like me
but the soldiers in the painting know your secret face
well your parrot told me just how i can make you smile
gonna let you do your thinkin' if you need a while

but if i tell you and he gets mad
isn't it funny how a thing like that
could travel through one mouth in through another
and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother

and the words they sting, like the stump of a wasp
do you remember when i said, "go throw the rock in there,"
and we ran through the woods to our good house,
but you forgot about the things that he could say like,

"i don’t think that i love you anymore
well i found new feelings at the feeling store
and i can't find you at our kissing place
well i’m scared of these new pair of eyes i have"

so i duck out, go down to find the swimming pool
i hop the fence, i leave the street, i wet my feet to find the swimming pool
'cause when i'd snuffed out i doubt i’d find the swimming pool
i hop the fence, i leave the street, i wet my feet to find the swimming pool

but i don’t wish that i was dead
a very old friend of mine once said
that either way you look at it
i must admit, i will say shit
man, feeling is good

confusion is a kidney stone in my brain
and the miscommunication is a sour frame
but either way you look at it
i must admit, i will say shit
man, feeling is good
so i duck out, go down to find the swimming pool
i hop the fence, i leave the street, i wet my feet to find the swimming pool
'cause when i'd snuffed out i doubt i’d find the swimming pool
i hop the fence, i leave the street, i wet my feet to find the swimming pool