Summer Days in Sacramento

Guitar in hand,
and those florals on your sleeve
You're singing me a song from the heart,
but your heart doesn't think of me.

And summer days in Sacramento
are proving lonelier than I'd imagined them,
so pay me no attention
as I melt into my bed
listening to Radiohead

And it feels familiar
I hope that you don't mind,
but I've been asking all my friends
for their advice
'cause I've grown tired of playing the same game:
we're drunk and handsy,
but don't speak the next day.

And I'll get sad
about the words we wouldn't speak,
but I'm singing you a song from the heart,
'cause my heart feels too deeply.

And summer days in Sacramento
were looking up on a Saturday,
but I'll be a fool
and play it cool
and melt into my bed

'Cause it feels familiar
and I'm too scared to try,
so I'll be acting like I don't care,
but that's a lie.
I'm just tired of playing the same game,
so I'll be waiting –
come set my heart aflame.

Summer days in Sacramento were looking up
(Guitar in hand)
Summer days in Sacramento were looking up
(and those florals on your sleeve)
Summer days in Sacramento were looking up
(but your heart doesn't think of me)
Summer days in Sacramento
were proving lonelier than I'd imagined them.