Such a stick in the mud, but go on ‘bout the life to lead.

Bruising ego, deflated, and none the wiser on how to change.

Summer heat makes you think of the year spent worrying.

You compete with yourself, ‘cause I’m running my marathon, not your race.

Can you feel it, the time that’s passed?

Are you stuck where I left you last?

Do you feel complete in the back half of the summer?

I’m still broke. Oh well. The money’s not what I’ve been after.

Guess that old news is brand new when you’ve heard it twisted, right?

But small minds get hung up people

And nothing could change your mind.

You wanna to put my candle out, but it doesn’t make yours burn bright.

Built myself so you can’t tear me down. Doesn’t matter how hard you fight.

Can you feel it, the time that’s passed?

Are you stuck where I left you last?

Do you feel complete in the back half of the summer?

I’m still broke, oh well. The money’s not what I’ve been after.

So obsessed with others business,

That it shows up on your taxes.

So enamored with your hatred.

I bet you get yourself off posting rage bait.

Do you feel complete in the back half of the summer?

I’m still broke, oh well. The money’s not what I’ve been after.