Van Rides and High Tides

I’ve got a plan
I’ve got it dripping down my forehead in the shape of a bead of sweat
How sweet would my life be
If I wrote the songs the kids could not forget?
I jump the gun again
I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am
The things I write will change the world and I
Will take you along for the ride
But this self appreciation is lame
It’s not charming or cute anymore
Who am I kidding?
We’re sleeping on floors and the summer’s almost over
At the expense of my new friends
The summer’s almost over
My heart beats faster every night
Please let this last forever
This is the information age
I’ve got the age but where the fuck is my info?
I know 24 isn’t old but I feel
That I am about to expire
I jump the gun again
I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am
The things I write will change the world and I
Will take you along for the ride
But this self appreciation is lame
It’s not charming or cute anymore
Who am I kidding?
We’re sleeping on floors and the summer’s almost over