Daylight in the east over Thunder BaynYou laugh like you're crazynWading through a drowsy communiquenAs I blow smoke off the second floornnScribble what you do nErasing what you'll quitnSince you don't leave the house, I'm itnYou're a jigsaw puzzle but none of the pieces fitnnThe Fuller House is a place to hide nWhen traffic gets backed up outsidenJust close the blinds nBefore they break your heart in twonnWe block out the sunnCause it shows too muchnThere's bottles we've still never touchednNothing beats having nothing else to donnTalking to the trees, remember what I saidnYou are kind of amazingnAnd I still got your voice buzzing in my headnAs I make the climb up Dorseto HillnnUp to a sleeping street and into 303nWant more of you rubbed off on menSo for the summer monthsnI'll just get marked absentee