[Verse 1]
Sometime in August, one can of biscuits, you got to hold on
24 Miller Lites, and the dog on the couch with her shirt on
[Verse 2]
Summer of ‘23, but I can’t remember the last one
Maybe you start living the moment you stop feeling so dumb
[Verse 3]
Pink blossoms luring you to an invitation from the sapling
Makes you wonder which magical things were already happening
