if so and so was so delightful,
go ahead, don't waste your life.
shed it like a change of season.
letter sent from where the grass is greener.

haven't been to sleep much lately.
words you never said that grate on me.
keep a secret flake of his life,
call it happiness.

it would have been nice to be someone.
to have and to hold the only one.
but when 7:30 come around,
there's nothing there, just bitterness.

if so and so is so delightful,
go ahead, don't kiss your life away.
shed it like a change of season.
send a letter where the grass is greener.

it would have been nice to be someone.
to have and to hold the only one.
but when 7:30 come around,
there's nothing there, just bitterness
there's nothing there

always the last to know and the first to cry.
our summer years are nothing
as they're Freudian-slipping by

it would have been nice to be someone.
to have and to hold the only one.
but when 7:30 come around,
there's nothing there, just bitterness.
there's nothing there, just bitterness.
there's nothing there...