Texty: Guster. I Spy.

We went down to the May parade, mumbled words under my breath
There is something I've been meaning to do, I am dying to tell you
I've been so damn tired

It went down at the May parade, bitter words under my breath
There is something I've been dyin to do, I was meaning to tell you
I've been so damn sad
Cause I spy something red

You don't know how far you've gone
Or recognize who you've become
How'd you grow to be so hard...sick of playing my part

We went down at the May parade, alcohol under my breath
There is something I've been meaning to do, I am dying to tell you
I've been so damn sad
Cause I spy something red

You don't know how far you've gone
Or recognize who you've become
When'd you grow to be so hard...sick of playing my part