How to Do Nothing

It's been a really long summer And I could really need Something, something, something Something you got I should of never told you that You're the only one who's done it right the first time The first time, every single night I thank Thank God, I thank God, thank God You taught me how to decorate my mind with new colours That I've ever seen before If you think you really need something different Nothing else matters, matters Nothing is better than this I'd go two thousand miles for a weekend Forty-eight hours, no sleeping Gotta make sure that we eating Probably think that I'm creeping Told me that you running out of time Speeding down a highway of yellow lights Thank you for teaching me How to do nothing How to watch trains go by your bedroom window Think I might move to Chicago 'Cause I really think I need Something, something, something Something you got You the one who told me to always look for the helpless You must be looking at me all wrong If you think I want the money back I swear that I could give you that To hold it over your head If you think you really need something different Nothing else matters, matters Nothing is better than this I'd go two thousand miles for a weekend Forty-eight hours, no sleeping She like it better in the deep end Probably think that I'm tweaking Said she trying to enjoy your prom Speeding down a highway of yellow lights Thank you for teaching me How to do nothing How to watch trains go by your bedroom window (This is Loyola) (Doors open on the left at Loyola) (Priority seating is intended for the eldery) (And passengers with disabilities) (Your collaboration is requested)