But I’m a Quarterback

Summer lasted longer
Than any of us could've expected
I've never seen you
Look so young and well-rested
You're calling to me
But I'm already over
Lying under your couch
I'm your four leaf clover
And you're killing me
I think you're killing me
You're killing me

You're breaking down
And I'm just laying down and out
Hoping that you'll never call again
Still I know
I'll go to your place
Smoke that shit 'til outer space
You make me wish that I was dead
You're just like being seventeen again
Just likе being seventeen again

You likе rolling windows up
Even though its not that fucking cold
Do you think you could catch a cold
From being cold?
That's not how that works
You've got so much shit to say
About my attitude
Like I have a bad attitude
You have the bad attitude
No, I'm not going to your mom's house
No, I'm not going to hear you out
You're killing me
I think you're killing me
You're killing me

You're breaking down
And I'm just laying down and out
And hoping that you'll never call again
Still I know
I'll go to your place
Smoke your shit 'til outer space
You make me wish that I was dead
You're just like being seventeen again
Just like being seventeen again

Now I'm 23 and broke
And thinking about all the football boys I could've been
If I hadn't been so short and spineless
And white overheads
Feel just like stadium lights
My old treehouse
Broken records
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you

Summer lasted longer
(I still love you)
You're calling to me but I'm already over
Lying under your couch
I'm your four leaf clover
I think you're killing me
I think you're killing me
I think you're killing me
I know you're killing me
I know you're killing me
I know you're killing me
I know you're killing me
You're killing me
You're killing me
You're killing me