The summer's rare well there's a laughable phrase
In the Texas air for uncountable days
I got pools of sweat that dribble south
Like the drool out an infants mouth
But regardless of condition each moment proceeds
And there's strangers in my kitchen bitching bout the tumble weeds
and i'm waiting for our ghost town to switch gears
turn into a Xanadu my fingers crossed for this year
But till the time draws near i'll just be
Sittin on the back porch
Till my mind's gone clear i'll just be
Sittin on the back porch
wishin for the last four
years of my life to mean more
My pensive thoughts turn to palpable tension
through which I am lost and devoid of direction
i'm a synesthetic skeptic slowly snoozing with regret it's
Not quite what mom expected
Now it's time for the age old swich and my eyes are adjusting
let the fog rush in while you think about nothing
trusting my grip upon reality to loosen
smells like rain and the city sure could use some
But till my hands go numb i'll just be
Sittin on the back porch
Cause i'm too dumb i'll just be
Sittin on the back porch
wishin for the last four
years of my life to mean more
Seasons change around here soon
Ramble most about what worries you often
so the'll be no false toast standing next to your coffin
Get lost
If you're going get lost
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
Sittin On the Back Porch
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