The Sound Of Young America

This flower is

Onto ice cubes

And one

That bone

And window view

To much of anything

Is never a good thing

Only blooms

For what it loves

I am what I am

Just not what I was

Not sure of anything

And I don't feel a thing

I'm letting go

Of everything I've ever known

I know

I was if this unorthodox

And bloom, bloom

The summer has been

Thick and dry

The same as the

Seep in my eye

To much of anything

Is never a good thing

I cause a smile

Like a will win

Its just smoke and mirrors

I bet you can't

Stand for this

I'm not sure anything

And I don't feel a thing

I'm letting go

Of everything I've ever known

I know

I was if this unorthodox

And bloom, bloom

Let it go, letting it go

I'm letting go

Let it go, I'm letting go

Let it go, I'm letting go

I'm letting go

(After the guitar solo)

I'm letting go

Of everything I've ever known

I known

I was if this unorthodox

And bloom, bloom

I know

I was if this unorthodox

And bloom, bloom

The end