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a sunny afternoon

 

a sunny afternoon


I been wishing that my life was a story book
'Cause then everything would end happily no matter what
I could make any decision that I please
Spend my days lounging out in a hammock in the trees
Til' I freeze in my footsteps the second the page ends
And time stops instantly, I reckon it makes sense
Same shit happens when I see your face
Time stops my watch skips three more days
And I swear
Its like I'm stuck in place, can't move one inch, heads outer space
And the planet looks small this many miles away
So I smile and wave, so I smile and wave
The snap out of it
Back to my senses and
Halfheartedly I practice my sentences
Til the next time that I happen to witness this beauty
I'm prepared to react more quickly than that

To this day, I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go
To this day, I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go
To this day, I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go

But on this day, I sure know that you're so fucking perfect I-ain't never letting go
From the coast on the beach to the end of the street
I can name every place we could meet
But the only fucking spot that we ever wanna be
Is that lighthouse we made
A mind's masterpiece
While the page numbers change, the days stay the same
I'll still be yours, we'll still be lame
Yeah the only reason that I got up today
Was so I can stop by and say Hey Olay Okay
No way old age isn't happening here
Just gives me more time, more practicing years
More capped than a beer, more laughable sneers, more early mornins' chilling near the back of the pier
Tryna' catch something other than a fish outta water
Tryna' not to leave lambs to the slaughter
Always tryna be the man of the hour
But if you give me all your hand than I'll follow 'cause

To this day I won't know where the hell I'm supposed to go
To this day I won't know where the hell I'm supposed to go
To this day I won't know where the hell I'm supposed to go

But on this day I sure know that you're so fucking perfect I-ain't never letting go

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