Sometimes I wish I was the weather You'd bring me up in conversation forever And when it rained I'd be the talk of the day
Oh sometimes, I wish I was a cold beer I'd rest assure that you would hold me near I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need
And there could be no other way Because you're so, you're so lame Your tired words are all, all the same And I would walk, surely walk away If I wasn't such a sucker for you
Sometimes I wish I was a bong hit You'd let me in and love every minute And tell the group the things I did to you
And there could be no other way Because you're so, you're so lame Your tired words are all, all the same And I would walk, surely walk away If I wasn't such a sucker for you
I see your world with rosy colored glasses on Wanna right what I would see wrong I could never have that power over you
Someday I'm gonna pack up and leave this town I'm gonna get my own things going on And when I do, I will forget about how
You're so lame, Tired words are all the same I would walk, you know Id walk away If I wasn't such a sucker for you If I wasn't such a sucker for you If I wasn't such a sucker for you
Compositor: John Clayton Mayer (John Mayer) (PRS)Editores: Goodium Music, Reach Music Publishing Inc. (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #6434677 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM