Oh Ms Sumer
Share me your cigarette, please
Something was broken
My band came to the end
Our bassist ran for work
Our drummer didn’t care
I’m no longer a teenager
I know I need to feel
sorry for everything
But when we silence
A lump rose in my throat
I still wanna play
I haven‘t been ready enough
To feel how pain adults hurt
Oh Ms Sumer
Share me your cigarette, please
The streets are golden
But I can't relax anyway
Our sparkling often short
Followed by bashful owing to meek
I just haven't said bye yet
I know I need to feel
sorry for everything
But when we silence
A lump rose in my throat
I still wanna play
I haven‘t been ready enough
To feel how pain adults hurt
I still wanna play
I haven‘t been ready enough
To feel how pain adults hurt