Sitting in a Pile of Bile - Bloat

I'm just passing time before the Ball Playing my guitar I don't have to be where I don't want to be at all Maybe I'll go far Going nowhere, sitting in a dream... Ah, in a dream Sitting in a landscape full of sighs Dream away the day Making up a tune about the blueness of the skies This is where I'll stay Going nowhere, sitting in a dream... Oh, in a dream Watching as a red and white balloon Sails across my mind In between the images that drift along my tune Smile as they unwind Going nowhere, sitting in a dream... Ah, in a dream

Let's go out sailing! Great deals are happening. I'm anxious already about finding parking. The mall is crazy now! Maybe because school is out? No silly! Not that kind of sailing, We will surely need sunscreen where we are going. The mall is crazy now! Maybe because school is out? The mall is crazy now! What happened to spending the summer out? Ocean floor, I will see you more, After I get my surfboard, When I'm falling off my surfboard. I'll be falling head first.

Where did the summer go? Where did the summer go? Gonna do it different Gonna start over I'm gonna plan I'm gonna take some notes But where did the summer go? Where did the summer go? I'm not ready for it to be o-o-over I'm not ready for you to go I'm not ready for it to be o-o-over I'm not ready for you to go Where did the summer go? Where did the summer go? Gonna do it different Gonna ask you to dance Never had the chance Gonna do it different Gonna ask you to dance I never had the chance I'm not ready for it to be o-o-over I'm not ready for you to go I'm not ready for it to be o-o-over I'm not ready for you to go First day back to school and I'm sleeping Trying to force myself to enjoy reading But fixated on jumping garbage cans I'm never in the present tense Where did the summer go? Go, go, go I'm not ready for it to be o-o-over I'm not ready for you to go I'm not ready for it to be o-o-over I'm not ready for you to go Where did the summer go? Where did the summer go?

Getting in our own way an blaming traffic And a shity plan, and all the things that are asumed you understand Head down, and eyes peel and wouldnt call it drivin more like leaning on a wheel Not happy not in love but lets have a baby to save the memories that we made up Lets get in our own way, thinking out of and look through the wall i dont know of all, but most of ones stare down so blame traffic have a kid made every good be self interest