Chugjug

Family Of The Year-Chugjug
All the trees and the dead leaves
it must be fall-ing in love with you
all the sand in my pockets hand
i wish youd start hanging out with me
baby wont you come with me
theres someplace that i wanna be
help me out by holding onto my hand
the stars are out, the crowds thinned out
walk with me down to the water
and the horizon will be the only thing well see
all the neon, the phosphorescence
it cant be serious right now
we roll our jeans up, wade out a little
splash around to make the colors grow
ah ah
maybe we could take a ride
down to where the hills collide
fireflies are calling out your name
and the grass beneath you feet it just smells so sweet
no i cant love anymore than i do today
all the times that you were scared
you were ok cause youd be here someday
na na na na na
whered you get that face
na na na na na
your dank face