Hush Now
I've been too hard on myself - I really am a wreck
My mood is vicious and the hair is standing on my neck
If it's not too much trouble - could you toss me a line?
I'm choked up, blinded, burning in the spotlight of your eyes
Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just blue
Yes and maybe it was you who did all the things you do
Well I've been too hard on myself, spent everything I have
Scept a three quarter tip, for a $100 tab.
My dreams are doing nothing, like reruns of themselves
Living out the wasted summer days of someone else
Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just blue
Yes and maybe it was you who did all the things you do
I've been way too hard on myself, on myself
God how many days until summer ends and why can't I just think of someone else?
Yea yea yea
Hand on my heart I wanna know, tell me what's the use?
Running from the truth you had to hide in an
Excuse me my darling your love's gone away
Oh he made you wait so long
Face, can't place it - you gave her away. A green Chevrolet drives on
Summer gets longer with every day
You used to hang out, but now you just hang on
Well you rolled an eight and that's ok
Cuz we roll the dice like every day
Maybe tomorrow you will find yourself
Or maybe it's your fault
Maybe you're just blue
Yes and maybe it was you who did all the things you do
I've been way too hard on myself, on myself
God how many days until summer ends and why can't I just think of someone else?
Yea yea yea
My mood is vicious and the hair is standing on my neck
If it's not too much trouble - could you toss me a line?
I'm choked up, blinded, burning in the spotlight of your eyes
Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just blue
Yes and maybe it was you who did all the things you do
Well I've been too hard on myself, spent everything I have
Scept a three quarter tip, for a $100 tab.
My dreams are doing nothing, like reruns of themselves
Living out the wasted summer days of someone else
Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm just blue
Yes and maybe it was you who did all the things you do
I've been way too hard on myself, on myself
God how many days until summer ends and why can't I just think of someone else?
Yea yea yea
Hand on my heart I wanna know, tell me what's the use?
Running from the truth you had to hide in an
Excuse me my darling your love's gone away
Oh he made you wait so long
Face, can't place it - you gave her away. A green Chevrolet drives on
Summer gets longer with every day
You used to hang out, but now you just hang on
Well you rolled an eight and that's ok
Cuz we roll the dice like every day
Maybe tomorrow you will find yourself
Or maybe it's your fault
Maybe you're just blue
Yes and maybe it was you who did all the things you do
I've been way too hard on myself, on myself
God how many days until summer ends and why can't I just think of someone else?
Yea yea yea
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Writer(s): Ethan Huffington
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