Jackets on looks like a cloudy morning
It's mid June that sun is slowly coming
Like the hour hand that's barely turning
Til you fall asleep and wake up thirty
Wake up in the morning and I'd regret all those things
I'd think
Why'd I drink those drinks
I wish I had more brains to think
Jackets on looks like a cloudy morning
It's mid June that sun is slowly coming
Like the hour hand that's barely turning
Til you fall asleep and wake up thirty