But I'm a Quarterback

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

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

Just like being seventeen again

You like 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

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

Just like being seventeen again

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

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