Kicked It In The Sun

Backwashed thoughts

And you made me talk

No, you made me listen

There's a feeling

From Ada to Irene

Theres something, theres nothing

You haven't seen

Tiny TV's on at 3

So serene

No place to be

Alone

So come on over, yeah

Let's sit down a little while

Some wine

You will find the same things

Same things, same things

Same things, same things

By the time you read this

You kicked it in the sun

It was all that you could do

How could you refuse?

You kicked it in the sun

It was all you had to do

You kicked it in the sun

It was all you had to do, how could you refuse?

And you kicked it in the sun

It was wrong and it was rude

And you kicked it in the sun

It was wrong and it was rude, how could you refuse?

And you kicked it in the sun

It's alright now

I'm getting over getting mine

It's alright now

I'm getting over getting mine

He seemed so unashamed of how he operated

Corresponds to the facts that you want

Despite his expectations he turned out mediocre

His master plan was so so

We're special in other ways

Ways our mothers appreciate

That net does not make me feel safe

All those holes make me nervous

He woke up late that morning

Went to the window and saw

The sun had stopped its shining

So, so

We're special in other ways

Ways our mothers appreciate

We're special in other ways

Ways our mothers appreciate