[Intro]
(This is a tale)
It's time the tale were told
About a boy who can't afford not to record
But wants to be by your side forever
(One, two, three, four!)

[Verse]
Jumping on hay bales beneath the stars
Kentucky woods near the haunted house with the creaky floor
Watching the sun come up and talking for hours
These are the kinds of things that we have learned to live for

Working on our song, one day it'll be done
Just like a treehouse and some broken down bicycles
Passing out pieces of your heart to everyone
But like a light or like a liquid, your love trickles

To the bottom of, oh
To the bottom of your single heart
And your sincerity is the very best part
Your hair smells like flowers and your outfits are always fly
Take an occasional long shower and your outfits (wait) are always fly
And you make me laugh so hard I forget I'll die

(Yeah)
(Woo)
(Yeah)
(I love you too Mom)
(Were we recording there?)
(One, two, three, four!)
(Bye)