Текст песни Creeks - Beach Therapy

Go to bed soon
No more cartoons and pet per view
No need to make any money
Too many dinosaurs to chew

Meet at the creek
Wear your socks and bring your net
Maybe we'll catch ourselves some food
Maybe we'll end up at the vet

And the water was warmer way back then
We'd scuff our knees we'd play pretend
My mother told me come back soon
"Your daddy is cooking
So grab your silver spoon"

And the water was warmer way back then
We'd scuff our knees we'd play pretend
My mother told me come back soon
"Your daddy is cooking
So grab your silver spoon"

We'd stay out all day
Spent the summers in your garage
Your pool is cold to the touch
Now not so much, I watched you drain it

We will grow up fast
Make action movies in my backyard
No need to make any money
Until the money is making you

And the water was warmer way back then
We'd scuff our knees, we'd play pretend
My mother told me come back soon
"Your daddy is cooking
So grab your silver spoon"

And the water was warmer way back then
We'd scuff our knees, we'd play pretend
My mother told me come back soon
"Your daddy is cooking
So grab your silver spoon"

Gotta leave home, so get in the back
Gotta leave home, collect a paycheck
If I go broke, you'll feel sorry for me
But I don't live for your apologies
Ain't no need to make any money
Money will be making you
Sometimes my adult life is a bit funny
But yours isn't funny to you

Gotta leave home, buy a house with you
All your cats are getting cancer
So you make a spare room
If you don't downsize
You'll feel sorry for me
But I don't live for your analogies
So ain't no need
To break it to me honey
Somebody will be making you
One man's trash is another bitches money
But ours isn't funny
Ours isn't funny

And the water was warmer way back then
We'd scuff our knees, we'd play pretend
My mother told me come back soon
"Your daddy is cooking
So grab your silver spoon"

And the water was warmer way back then
We'd scuff our knees, we'd play pretend
My mother told me come back soon
"Your daddy is cooking
So grab your silver spoon"

Gotta leave home, buy a house with you
All your cats are getting cancer
So you make a spare room
If you don't downsize
You'll feel sorry for me
But I don't live for your analogies so
Ain't no need
To break it to me honey
Somebody will be making you
One man's trash is another bitches money
But ours isn't funny
Ours isn't funny

So ain't no need
To break it to me honey
Somebody will be making you
One man's trash is another bitches money
But ours isn't funny
Ours isn't funny