Don't Say Much - Acoustic

Small talks, name drops Act like you’re famous Ripped jeans, cheap beer Like Dad don’t pay rent here Living in the moment Is cool ‘til you’re broke, man Over and over Look, I’m getting older Feel like I’m going nowhere My wheels spinning in the grass We live on endless summer Twenty three and we’ll never crash This feels like a wasted evening Stuck with strangers getting drunk We sound like broken records Talk a whole lot but we don’t say much Sneakers, pink hair Late nights in lawn chairs Side jobs, big dreams Dirty guitar strings Laughing but anxious I swear that we’ll make it So cry on my shoulder It’s hard getting older Feel like I’m going nowhere My wheels spinning in the grass We live on endless summer Twenty three and we’ll never crash This feels like a wasted evening Stuck with strangers getting drunk We sound like broken records Talk a whole lot but we don’t say much