7:30

If so and so was so delightful
Go ahead, don’t waste your life
Shed it like a change of season
Letter sent from where the grass is greener
Haven’t been to sleep much lately
Words you never said that grate on me
Keep a secret flake of his life
Call it happiness
It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around
There’s nothing there, just bitterness
If so and so is so delightful
Go ahead, don’t kiss your life away
Shed it like a change of season
Send a letter where the grass is greener
It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around
There’s nothing there, just bitterness
There’s nothing there
Always the last to know and the first to cry
Our summer years are nothing
As they’re Freudian-slipping by
It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around
There’s nothing there, just bitterness
There’s nothing there, just bitterness
There’s nothing there