I want to say all the things that I cannot say
I want to do all the thing that I cannot do to you
I want to say all the things that I wish I heard
In the battle or the bottle when I burned
I want to know all the things I forgot to learn
Or forgot to do when I was small
I want to make a way to sing it out again
Like it was when I was open with my pen
Wish that I could it's all gone away
Like I wish that it had done when I was younger
And I wish that I could say that it all had gone away
Like it all had let me gone in the hall
Like it all had let me gone in the hall
And I know it's all not about that kind of
'Bout that kind of
'Bout that kind of love
About that kind of
'Bout that kind of
'Bout that kind of love
That kind of love
Kind of love
Kind of love
Kind of love
I wish that I could do all that I want in the morning
I wish that I could say I never said it wrong
But I don't ever go anywhere as good as I do
Sitting in the parking lot
Longing for the summer to be gone