I'm just sitting here wasting my time
Until you come home from your escapades
In the back yards with your friends of late

I'd be worried if you didn't do this every spring
When the grass grows and there's birds in trees
And the sun shines and you don't need me

I'm just sitting here wasting my time
'Til you come home from your escapades
In the back yards with your friends of late

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Writer(s): Hayden Desser