Your Parents House

Summer's on my doorstep

And now I know

That this summer's gonna be hot and cold

When it's over I hope I've grown

And I hope I'm not on my own

And if my heart gets broke I hope that it was worth it

If I don't do coke

I hope that I would learn to Love myself a little more

Is that too much to ask for?

And I was thinking of you

When I drove by your parents' house

They've been painting it blue

And I know it's been a while since we talked

But how do you do?

Did you land on your feet?

Did you quit the weed?

What kind of hell've you been through?

Is life still easy or is it hard on you?

Summer's on my doorstep

And now I know

That it will take more than a summer for me to grow

It's just a feeling that I can feel

I'll let the dealer spin the wheel

And if my heart gets broke

I hope that it was worth it

If I don't do coke (or if I really choke) I hope that I would learn to

Love myself a little more

Is that too much to ask for?

And I was thinking of you

When I drove by your parents' house

They've been painting it blue

And I know it's been a while since we talked

But how do you do?

Did you land on your feet?

Did you quit the weed?

What kind of hell've you been through?

Is life still easy or is it hard on you?

So are you feeling alive and a little bit older?

Did your world got bigger and a little bit colder?