SUMMER DAZE
I was picking grass out of my hair
And didn’t look anywhere but at my feet
I was picking grass out of my hair
And didn’t remember to breathe
I was picking grass out of my hair
As you were talking as light as air
I was picking grass out of my hair
While you were glued to that chair
I was picking grass out of my hair
While you were brushing it off the knees
I was picking grass out of my hair
While you begging, please.
