Heat of the Summer – Young the Giant
No one can take me out of this mess;
I do it to myself.
I lost my phone, my keys, what else?
The acid doesn’t help,
I’m paranoid as hell, and I wanna
Go home, but there’s no place to run.
Feel like it’s been forever
Since I had my shit together.
I just do what I wanna
In the heat of the summer.
If I could roll up another,
Baby, I could see in technicolor.
I just do what I gotta
In the heat of the summer,
In the heat of the summer.
I’ve got to figure something out,
But I don’t know where to start.
I found my keys under the couch,
But I’m scared of going out,
Having all these doubts, and I’d rather
Stay home ’cause there’s no place to run.
…
I’ll be wasting time
In the sunshine.
I’ll be flying high
In the summer time.
