I want to say all the things that I cannot say I want to do all the thing that I cannot do to you I want to say all the things that I wish I heard In the battle or the bottle when I burned I want to know all the things I forgot to learn Or forgot to do when I was small I want to make a way to sing it out again Like it was when I was open with my pen Wish that I could it's all gone away Like I wish that it had done when I was younger And I wish that I could say that it all had gone away Like it all had let me gone in the hall Like it all had let me gone in the hall And I know it's all not about that kind of 'Bout that kind of 'Bout that kind of love About that kind of 'Bout that kind of 'Bout that kind of love That kind of love Kind of love Kind of love Kind of love I wish that I could do all that I want in the morning I wish that I could say I never said it wrong But I don't ever go anywhere as good as I do Sitting in the parking lot Longing for the summer to be gone