Celebration Park on a Sunday
Scrolling through my nano for the pregame
Sweet September sun propping up the forecast the next three days
Somebody’s mama brought a bag of oranges for the heat wave
Lately my mind’s been like that summer
Can I handle this heat I wonder?
But then like ice in my drink
You cool me down
And I start to think
Baby you’re like
Oranges at half time
Fresh air and Alpines
I write I love you in Ink no pencil no graphite
You’re my favorite pastime
Gave my eyes laugh lines
If time with you cost me then baby
I’d spend my last dime
Oranges at halftime
Oranges at halftime
Fresher than OJ from the orange state you’re my main squeeze
You’re cooler than Coldplay on a cold day with a brain freeze
You’re really something special baby
You make me sentimental baby
When I get sick of the cycle you’re citrus in my cup
When I get hit you’re my hype man you lift me pick me up
You keep your composure, when I’m seeing ghosts you pull me in closer
Celebration park on a Sunday
Celebrate the spark and the runway
Celebrate every gift every good thing yeah
Celebrate every gift every good thing yeah