Got struck by lightning walking away
I fell in love with a fictional place
Summer’s deceiving, summer’s a waste
Summer’s a bad time to get carried away
Should I have taken your good advice
To move away and to do it thrice?
Would things be different, would things be nice
Or is it just stone paper scissors and dice?
I killed the thought in the shower
I killed the thought in the shower
I killed the thought in the shower
I think it only got louder
I feel detached, I’m a fly on the wall
Not taking pictures, just waiting to fall
I wanna grow old in a house of my own
I wanna smile in the faded memory of it all
Smile in the created memory of it all
I killed the thought in the shower
I killed the thought in the shower
I killed the thought in the shower
I think it only got louder
