Head in the Sand Video (MV)

I'm spending this summer with my head in the sand
My head in the sand

Bare feet hanging off my twin bed
I don't believe in ghosts but something's in my head
Our clothes are on the floor
Left my keys in the door
Sometimes we're clever, sometimes we're just sophomores

You look real nice and keep your drinks on ice
You don't pick up until I've called you twice
It's the sex with your exes, the rose tinted lenses
Lately I just want to be in bed by eleven

I'm spending this summer with my head in the sand
My head in the sand
And if we capsize that's fine
I'm just trying to find a wave I can ride
And if we stall that's all right
You don't gotta be playing so shy

We say we'll run away and find a place in Toronto
But I bet my car would last as far as the west coast
You live so easy, sun tanned in the city
Always got a light but you don't smoke ciggys

My heart thumps a little off beat and
Vacations a little off season
Wading in the high tide
And I slept outside
Imbibed by the sand
Good bye, bye, bye