The Sound of Young America - Fireworks

This flower is on two ice cubes

And wood backbone and window view

Too much of anything

Is never a good thing

Only blooms for what it loves

I am, what I am, just not what I was

Not sure of anything

And I don’t feel a thing

I’m letting go of everything I’ve ever known

I’m low, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom, bloom

This summer’s been thick and dry

The same as the sleep in my eye

Too much of anything

Is never a good thing

I caught a smile like Halloween

It’s just smoke and mirrors

I doubt you can stand for this

I’m not sure of anything

And I don’t feel a thing

I’m letting go of everything I’ve ever known

I’m low, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom

I’m letting go, letting go, letting go

I’m letting go of everything i’ve ever known

I know, I worship the sun or the docks and bloom, bloom