I’m sellin’ all my records
And all my magazines
Tryin’ to lose my memory
Of all them famous scenes
Gonna buy a horse now
And learn to ride that thing
Gallop in a field somewhere
And man, I’m gonna sing

CHORUS
Hey�
Gonna sell my TV too
For seventy-five bucks
Take a bag of stale bread to the pond
I’m gonna feed some ducks
I’m gonna lend someone my laptop
Cause I can’t give that thing away
And then I’m gonna write some letters once
I figure out what to say

Going camping in December
Even if I freeze
Watch the snowfall quietly
Feel the winter breeze
Going to the beach soon
Watch the ocean heave
And if I fall in love with standing there,
Man, I ain’t ever gonna leave

Wish I could get a promise
That if I want to rest
That I will learn to do it then
Feel the peace inside my chest

Cranked up like a drum head
I’m thin; I’m bout to break
Chased away the boy I was
Cause he told me I’m a fake

Cranked up like a drum head
I’m thin; I’m �bout to break
Somebody save me from myself
For God Almighty’s sake

OUTRO
Leave the children alone.
Let them come to me.