Sorry Mom - But I’m a Quarterback

{Verse 1}
Summer lasted longer
Than any of us could’ve expected I’ve never seen you
Look so young and well-rested

You’re calling to me
But I’m already over
Lying under your couch
I’m your four leaf clover
And you’re killing me
I think you’re killing me
You’re killing me

{Chorus}
You’re breaking down
And I’m just laying down and out

Hoping that you’ll never call again

Still I know
I’ll go to your place
Smoke that shit ‘til outer space
You make me wish that I was dead

You’re just like being seventeen again

{Post-Chorus}
Just likе being seventeen again

{Verse 2}
You likе rolling windows up
Even though its not that fucking cold

Do you think you could catch a cold

From being cold?
That’s not how that works
You’ve got so much shit to say
About my attitude
Like I have a bad attitude
You have the bad attitude
No, I’m not going to your mom’s house

No, I’m not going to hear you out

You’re killing me
I think you’re killing me
You’re killing me

{Chorus}
You’re breaking down
And I’m just laying down and out
And hoping that you’ll never call again
Still I know
I’ll go to your place
Smoke your shit ‘til outer space
You make me wish that I was dead

You’re just like being seventeen again

{Post-Chorus}
Just like being seventeen again

{Bridge}
Now I’m 23 and broke
And thinking about all the football boys I could’ve been
If I hadn’t been so short and spineless

And white overheads
Feel just like stadium lights
My old treehouse
Broken records
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you

{Outro}
Summer lasted longer
(I still love you)
You’re calling to me but I’m already over
Lying under your couch
I’m your four leaf clover
I think you’re killing me
I think you’re killing me
I think you’re killing me
I know you’re killing me
I know you’re killing me
I know you’re killing me
I know you’re killing me
You’re killing me
You’re killing me
You’re killing me