Pump my Tires

I'm trying to get myself to sleep But it's so hard when I'm so high I'm feeling like a kid, I ride my bike upon my tires And say you're way too young into a life to be so tired By now, I was supposed to be everything I want And I'm not there, but I am closer I never felt so bold and so prepared for getting older Yeah, getting older I guess we're getting older Don't know what it is, but I almost got it And I can't wait 'til I find it When I get old, I'll tell you about it Through my soul burned dies I'll be there by the summer Will you be there, where I left you? When I get home from California It will be good times You're sounding different Oh, but changing used to scare me Then it hits you That by, its very nature it is never the same river And I never understood where all that went into this winter Don't know what it is, but I almost got it And I can't wait 'til I find it When I get old, I'll tell you about it Through my soul burned dies I'll be there by the summer Will you be there, where I left you? When I get home from California It will be good times It will be good times! It will be good times! It will be good, good, good, good, good! While my brain is 22 At my mind, I'm not quite sure When I wake up in my room Am I closer on the floor? And I did it all for you But I'm the one that needs it more And I leave my window cracked And I wait up for your calls I can't wait to have you back I can't wait to have it all But if you focus on the lack Then you'll never quite feel full So I'll be good by the summer Will you be there, where I left you? When I get home from California Hmm