Leaving In The Springtime

Can't think straight on the sidelines
Tryna make the best of a bad night
Not gonna live to cry
And drink in the sink in spite
Of creaky, demonic floorboards
Tryna clip your wings in the springtime
One more ridiculous round of the game
That you've all played all night long
One more ridiculous round of the game
That you've all played all night long

At the party last night
You said that you were leaving in the springtime
From the glass in your eyes
I thought that I should listen to you this time

Can't wake up without feeling
Like you've been reusing all your best lines
Crashed on the cushionless couch
In the trash college house for one internal night

Can't sit still with that stuff in your blood
That's been poisoning the whole line
One more ridiculous round of the game
That you've all played all night long
One more ridiculous reason to stay
In the place where you come from

At the party last night
You said that you were leaving in the springtime
Through the clouds in your eyes
I could see you moving up the coastline