Don't Build Yr Fire With Poison Oak

Sometimes I wake up
And I can't feel my toes
I'm turned around
And mystified

In a place nobody goes
With blueberry vines
And butterflies

Oh we are still so young
Oh we are still so young

Do you ever get the feeling
That your skin's too tight
You ever felt this close to love?
You ever been called the silent type
By a four pound iridescent slug

Oh we are still so young
Oh we are still so young

And though the grass is never brown
And the trees keep their leaves
I am still fascinated by your eyes
How they change color in the heat
Like the skyline
In the summertime

Oh we are still so young
Oh we are still so young



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Morrell
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