Don't Say Much
RAND WALTER
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