73DegreesHome – PoisonLibrary Lyrics
I'm so proud of you this summer
I love with that piercing
I love you in those jeans
I love you with that chain
That you got when we all went thrifting
Putting miles between now and then
When you never fit in
You never fit in
As we biked down Roscoe Street
All sweaty
73 Degrees
Made our way to the comic store
Bring the feeling I crave some more
Smear that sunscreen on your pores
I want your light warm to my core
You write chapters of purple hair
Edit the present til it's fair
Five rings
Five bracelets
Five words
You are a-ma-zing
I'm so proud of you this summer
I love with that piercing
I love you in those jeans
I love you with that chain
That you got when we all went thrifting
Putting miles between now and then
When you never fit in
You never fit in
As we biked down Roscoe Street
All sweaty
73 Degrees
At the cafe with a heavy pour
Road around til our legs were sore
Skinny jeans your knees are torn
DnD your heart is pure
Rebel rebel from the suburbs
Ride around with a heart for
Breaking windows and climbing through
While I run you're running, too
You're my cherry blossom
You're my postcard
You're my pain forgotten
A mystery… MARY POPPINS
I'm so proud of you this summer
I love with that piercing
I love you in those jeans
I love you with that chain
That you got when we all went thrifting
Putting miles between now and then
When you never fit in
You never fit in
As we biked down Roscoe Street
All sweaty
73 Degrees
Stepping around conflict like the deep end of a pool
But you grew up swimming, yeah you were never cool
In the water yeah you knew how to survive
This will be the summer that you know how to thrive
So many of your problems are home-made
Watch as they burn in the fire and fade
Grounded in this night I look out to the lake
There's a ship in the water catch it and sail away
You're my cherry blossom
You're my postcard
You're my pain forgotten
A mystery… MARY POPPINS
I'm so proud of you this summer
I love with that piercing
I love you in those jeans
I love you with that chain
That you got when we all went thrifting
Putting miles between now and then
When you never fit in
You never fit in
As we biked down Roscoe Street
All sweaty
73 Degrees
