Green Tea Ice Cream
It's easy to feel like you don't matter
When you are (you are) what you make
And nothing more
Do you even know what you're working toward?
Slow down, you're burning out
At the end of your wick now
Nine to five, you're running holes
Through your sneakers, through your soul
Should be busy living life, but you just haven't got the time
Gum and pennies on the street
Close my eyes to see my peace
Oh, when it gets to be too much, I find myself in what I love
When I'm by the sea
Sweatshirts, sweatpants, white noise, blue jeans
Writing letters to old friends
Black cats and tender moments
Cherries in the spring
Long walks, long nights, green tea ice cream
It's all so good, so good, so good to me
So good, so good, so good to me
It's easy to fall into dull patterns
When your mind is clouds of grey
Oh, lately all my thoughts are marked with questions
Like, how can I— (how do I manage expectations?)
While I— (while I manifest my greatness?)
Can you tell me— (just how long will I be waiting?)
Even trees and flowers know
Weather seasons 'fore you grow
You should be livin' out your dreams
Instead, you're tearing at the seams
Lights and sirens in the dark
Plug my ears to hear my heart
Oh, when it gets to be too much, I find myself in what I love
When I'm by the sea
Sweatshirts, sweatpants, white noise, blue jeans
Writing letters to old friends
Black cats and tender moments
Cherries in the spring
Long walks, long nights, green tea ice cream
It's all so good, so good, so good to me
When you are (you are) what you make
And nothing more
Do you even know what you're working toward?
Slow down, you're burning out
At the end of your wick now
Nine to five, you're running holes
Through your sneakers, through your soul
Should be busy living life, but you just haven't got the time
Gum and pennies on the street
Close my eyes to see my peace
Oh, when it gets to be too much, I find myself in what I love
When I'm by the sea
Sweatshirts, sweatpants, white noise, blue jeans
Writing letters to old friends
Black cats and tender moments
Cherries in the spring
Long walks, long nights, green tea ice cream
It's all so good, so good, so good to me
So good, so good, so good to me
It's easy to fall into dull patterns
When your mind is clouds of grey
Oh, lately all my thoughts are marked with questions
Like, how can I— (how do I manage expectations?)
While I— (while I manifest my greatness?)
Can you tell me— (just how long will I be waiting?)
Even trees and flowers know
Weather seasons 'fore you grow
You should be livin' out your dreams
Instead, you're tearing at the seams
Lights and sirens in the dark
Plug my ears to hear my heart
Oh, when it gets to be too much, I find myself in what I love
When I'm by the sea
Sweatshirts, sweatpants, white noise, blue jeans
Writing letters to old friends
Black cats and tender moments
Cherries in the spring
Long walks, long nights, green tea ice cream
It's all so good, so good, so good to me
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Fishman, Linda Diaz
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