The Sound of Young America Lyrics

This flower lives on two ice cubes
A wood backbone and window view
Too much of anything
Is never a good thing
Only blooms for what it loves
I am, what I am, just not what I was
I'm not sure of anything
And I don't feel a thing
I'm letting go of everything I've ever known
I know, I worship this unorthodox in bloom, bloom, bloom

The summer's been thick and dry
The same as the sleep in my eye
Too much of anything
Is never a good thing
A carved smile, like Halloween
It's just smoke and mirrors
A dead tree can stand for years
I'm not sure of anything
And I don't feel a thing
I'm letting go of everything I've ever known
I know, I worship this unorthodox in bloom, bloom
I'm letting go, letting go, letting go.

I'm letting go of everything I've ever known
I know, I worship this unorthodox in bloom, bloom

I know, I worship this unorthodox in bloom, bloom