Outlet

Seek my soul an outlet
And let it plugin
And it won't go out
Think of all the letters
You used to send out
Someone read them
Put a coaster under that, it leaves a mark
Now, treat me like a dog

There's something about the summertime
That makes my conscience sit and recline
Reverse every thought inside

I'm learning a new trade now
I keep my money
With your pictures
I know it's not for nothing
But I warned you
And that makes twice now
I could cut my strings off
With that scissor
If I can find it
I was stepping over glass and looking up
At the sideways cut of your hair

There's something about the summertime
You put it off, you take it off
Reverse every thought inside
I'm not saying it's your fault or mine



Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Geiger
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