spice tree

We were bored, our toes in the sand You talked about the marching band I wasn't paying attention You covered your face with sidewalk chalk Then filled your mouth with sea salt You saw it as your redemption You had a knack for the impossible Although most never believed it So you spent that summer Searching for the spice tree from your dreams I told you over and over it wasn't real But you were too preoccupied to grow up You were too preoccupied to grow up We placed curses on gym teachers You said diplomas made it worse You weren't one for social construct I recall where we sat rooftop view You missed when everything felt new You had a knack for the impossible Although most never believed it So you spent that summer Searching for the spice tree from your dreams I told you over and over it wasn't real But you were too preoccupied to grow up Oh, you were too preoccupied to grow up Oh, you were too preoccupied to grow up Oh, I wish you had the chance to grow up