Your Parents House

Summer's on my doorstep And now I know That this summer's gonna be hot and cold When it's over I hope I've grown And I hope I'm not on my own And if my heart gets broke I hope that it was worth it If I don't do coke I hope that I would learn to Love myself a little more Is that too much to ask for? And I was thinking of you When I drove by your parents' house They've been painting it blue And I know it's been a while since we talked But how do you do? Did you land on your feet? Did you quit the weed? What kind of hell've you been through? Is life still easy or is it hard on you? Summer's on my doorstep And now I know That it will take more than a summer for me to grow It's just a feeling that I can feel I'll let the dealer spin the wheel And if my heart gets broke I hope that it was worth it If I don't do coke (or if I really choke) I hope that I would learn to Love myself a little more Is that too much to ask for? And I was thinking of you When I drove by your parents' house They've been painting it blue And I know it's been a while since we talked But how do you do? Did you land on your feet? Did you quit the weed? What kind of hell've you been through? Is life still easy or is it hard on you? So are you feeling alive and a little bit older? Did your world got bigger and a little bit colder?