Jungle Gym Literature

Laughing, cans, oh who's the man on the big slide Rocks in shoes, the cool and bright blue day Spinning around the poles, the souls of my shoes Laticia, Sara, Marty, Mic, and Mike The cow bell rings you're it Mom yells loud, that's it Blood is running down my face but I was thinking of the Brady's I don't want to separate I don't care if I'm late I just need to talk a little more Apple cores I'm insecure about kissing Faking all the things she knew I did Sex, scared lying from the fear People talking all night I hear their words I'm sitting on some Jungle Gym Literature Lights are out, no more buzz and talking is my cure And I ask of the past for its memories There's nothing wrong with me Fly, oh the fights, climbing poles We could all use a little more Of our youth, the truth, so pure We could all use a little more The cow bell rings you're it Mom yells loud, that's it Blood is running down my face but I was thinking of the Brady's I don't want to separate I don't care if I'm late I just need to talk a little more I'm sitting on some Jungle Gym Literature Lights are out, no more buzz and talking is my cure And I ask of the past for its memories There's nothing wrong with me I'm sitting on some Jungle Gym Literature Lights are out, no more buzz and talking is my cure And I ask of the past for its memories There's nothing wrong with me