Wooden Sleeves

Someday when we get old
We'll count our wrinkles like the rings on trees
Someday when we get old
They'll lay our bodies down in wooden sleeves

Someday Someday
Someday

But until then
While you're my friend
I wanna
Give it a whirl

I wanna give it a whirl I wanna give it a whirl
I wanna give it a whirl I wanna give it a whirl
I wanna give it a whirl

I got a phone-full of your photos
And a text thread lined with no nos
You come by to pick me up
And we fly out of there like Dodos
A stack of books I never read
A thousand bees buzz in my head
We could be fighting crime
But we'll just drive around instead

... but we'll just drive around instead

I got a phone-full of your photos
And a text thread lined with no nos
You come by to pick me up
And we fly out of there like Dodos
A stack of books I never read
A thousand bees buzz in my head
We could be fighting crime
But we'll just drive around instead



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Kevin Meyer
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