Senior Summer

Drag my face
And then my body
Will follow like
Dogs on a fishing wire
Makeshift leash
My legs don't work
Don't ask, I won't tell
But if you need someone
To walk in a straight line
I'm your guy

Another face in the hall
And now I'm sitting in your car
It's been a year, it's been a lifetime

Need a ride, need a couple more
You say we graduated, sure
I'm still in my sophomore slump
My diploma's surefire bubba gump
Used to have sword matches with sticks
Now your tongue's fighting with my lips
Don't miss me too much in Nevada

A throat hug
A doctor's office smell
But I took it like a champ
Aren't you proud?
Won't you give me a kiss?
End of May
Omit the field day
I'm surrounded by adults
Who do I ask about where to piss?

Asked you what class you have next
Now you're inquiring about sex
It's been too long, it's been a week now

Need a ride, need a couple more
You say we graduated, sure
I'm still in my sophomore slump
My diploma's surefire bubba gump
Used to have sword matches with sticks
Now your tongue's fighting with my lips
Don't miss me too much in Nevada

I may not be your golden doctor
May not be top of the line
I may not be the girl to
Bring home when it comes that time
But I'm sure you'll remember
Looking back at senior summer
Where I'm going in your reminiscence
When I wonder
What you're up to, who you are
Whatever happened to your car
It's too old to sell, but
It'll run, it'll take you far
Did you ever start a band?
Do you have everything on hand?
Are you feeling uncontrolled?
Everything about to unfold?

If you're looking to come home
Need a cup of polychrome
I've got the time, still got a year now

Need a ride, need a couple more
You say we graduated, sure
I'm still in my sophomore slump
My diploma's surefire bubba gump
Used to have sword matches with sticks
Now your tongue's fighting with my lips
Don't miss me too much
Don't miss me too much in Nevada



Credits
Writer(s): Claire Beeler
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