Are you bored, are you happy
I’ve put off the calls for weeks, for months
And they pulled up like a robbery, hey
A trip in the golden hour
I think you know where we’re going
The summer’s in bloom love
You oughta see it go
I know it stress you out though
You picked the shirt that I’m wearing, now time will tear it
Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings
I let it happen
I dangle my feet off the steep end
I watch the group swim the river out
And I felt some type of way
And I’ll drag my body up the stairs, up the loft
Therе’s a lot of people therе that I love
Laughing at the cues when I’m not
I miss your wit awful much
The summer’s in bloom love
You oughta see it go
I know it stress you out though
You picked the shirt that I’m wearing, now time will tear it
Blue sleepy days, dirty evenings
I let it happen
I dangle my feet off the steep end
I watch the group swim the river out
And I felt some type of way
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Augustine Lyrics – Backseat