Like You Not Craving Anything

(Cough) It's all about the singing Like you not craving anything Notes just 'cause they're pretty And jazz chords like a Sunday afternoon To play like you ain't freaking To kill these ever-lasting blues It's all about the singing Like you not craving anything And girl you used to tell me Boy why you so hardcore? You'd rather sleep outside Be cold but free It's all about the laughing Like we got money in the bank Summer never came But you're driving with your window down And the joke's on you now Doesn't seem to affect you somehow It's all about the laughing Like we got money in the bank And girl you used to tell me Boy why you so hardcore? You'd rather sleep outside Be cold but free