I’m going to a pretty place where the flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or soThursday, September 18, 2014
Looking for life on this planet sir, no sign of it. This is my love song, it goes like this:
I'm out of place, in outer space, I've vanished without a trace.
I'm going to a pretty place where the flowers grow, I'll be back in an hour or so.
'Cause every time I go to try and leave, something keeps pulling on my sleeve,
I just really want to stay, summer really got a hold of me
I just say whatever I want to whoever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want.
Getting sentimental as heck, spilling my guts to you.
It doesn't really matter as long as you get where you're going, 'cause none of this will mean jack where we're going.
They tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoring, even though you wake up feeling like shizz every morning.
But you're young.
If I could take it all back now, I wouldn't; I would have done more stuff that people said that I shouldn't.
I'm all grown up now and updated and graduated. Summer really got a hold of me.
Lyrics are taken, amended and rehashed from Eminem's Drug Ballad. Don't do drugs. Do Summer.