It's summer again I feel nothing again
Time's gone by
And I guess there's just more to come
Two years ago I was writing dumb songs in that upstairs room
It reached thirty-seven degrees one day
A melting guitar and a broken demeanour
The moon was a memory and I was my own worst enemy
Close behind was trying to make sense of that evidence content
As I drove on home, for an hour at 9:30 on a Thursday night
(Hmmm) Life is dumb sometimes
It's good to know we're fine
But what's this water in my brain?
Now I am writing the same kinds of songs but in a different room
And this one won't stay cool either
Near melting guitars, life's a broken facade or a record that spins
Will it spin for eternity?
I've got a degree that means nothing to me
An opportunity, that some dad would die for their child to have
Life is dumb sometimes
I guess it's true we're all dying
Oh life is dumb sometimes
But what's this life that's in my veins?
What's this breath that I can't shake?
What's this comfort in my pain?
What's this water in my brain?