7 30

If so and so was so delightful
Go ahead, don't waste your life
Shed it like a change of season
Send a letter where the grass is greener

Haven't been to sleep much lately
Words you never said that grate on me
Keep a secret flake of his life
Call it happiness

It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around
There's nothing there, just bitterness

If so and so is so delightful
Go ahead, don't waste your life
Shed it like a change of season
Letter sent from where the grass is greener

It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around
There's nothing there, just bitterness
There's nothing there

Always the last to know and the first to cry
Our summer years are nothing
As they're Freudian, slipping by

It would have been nice to be someone
To have and to hold the only one
But when 7:30 come around
There's nothing there, just bitterness
There's nothing there, just bitterness
There's nothing there...