Indian Summer

I never saw the ocean that way
I never tried to leave
I’ve been so down that I could cry
I’ve been so up that I was high
I never saw the fields that way
It’s all beautiful to me
I’m feeling anxious more and more
I’m staring at the floor
I’m staring at the floor so I don’t fall apart
I’m not trying for the best days
It’s only way I know
I’m looking forward to the days and nights, the rumors
And the only times I feel like I’m a part of something
Is when I’m breaking down to you
I swear I’ll always tell the truth
And really, I don’t mean to sound so insincere
When you were down
I tried my best to offer some sort of half-assed conversation
But all along, I’ve kind of felt that waking up brings hope to sweat
And never digging yourself out isn’t really helping
I never cared about the bad days or how they came to be
Basements to rooftops, messed up chords
I always forgot the words
I spend way too much time in driveways
But it’s hard to go inside when you realize how good it gets
I wish I realized that more
And really, I don’t mean to sound so insincere
When you were down
I tried my best to offer some sort of half-assed conversation
But all along, I’ve kind of felt that waking up brings hope to sweat
And never digging yourself out isn’t really helping
How many times will it take for me to go outside?
I can’t relate, and the street just seems so long today
You try to change the world and feel useless
I’ve gotten good at making excuses
I’ve gotten good at making excuses
I’ve gotten good at making excuses
I’ve gotten good at making excuses
I’ve gotten good at making excuses