Beach Day

Beach day, loser in L.A
Who wouldn’t skate, too scared of losing my hands
Men scattered all along the bay
Would become shadows in the park, but so would I
I’m gonna have a good life
Worked hard to kill the girl who couldn’t keep the sun in her eyes
I’m gonna have a good life
Beach day
Beach day
Nihilist, putting on the pink, singing blue and serenading a
Red-neck
Who said it’s cute I write riffs, but I’m no Elliot Smith
I said I’ll shut up when I am dead
I’m gonna have a good life
Worked hard to love the girl who couldn’t keep the sun in her eyes
I’m gonna havе a good life
Beach day