The sound of young america

This flower is
Onto ice cubes
And one
That bone
And window view
To much of anything
Is never a good thing
Only blooms
For what it loves
I am what I am
Just not what I was
Not sure of anything
And I don't feel a thing
I'm letting go
Of everything I've ever known
I know
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom

The summer has been
Thick and dry
The same as the
Seep in my eye
To much of anything
Is never a good thing
I cause a smile
Like a will win
Its just smoke and mirrors
I bet you can't
Stand for this
I'm not sure anything
And I don't feel a thing
I'm letting go
Of everything I've ever known
I know
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom
Let it go, letting it go
I'm letting go
Let it go, I'm letting go
Let it go, I'm letting go
I'm letting go

(After the guitar solo)
I'm letting go
Of everything I've ever known
I known
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom
I know
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom
The end