One day I'll be happy
One day you will see
Such a blooming potential
But that's not all I can be
I could be your King Arthur
I could be your North Star
We could grace the round table
Well, that Guinevere was a whore
Don't you know I'll be happy
One day I will settle down
And get my shit put together
And stop fucking around
Just please go where I can follow
Please be my Shooting Star
You could be my co-pilot, but
I like you just how you are
It takes me back to Granville High School
And a morning drive across the neighborhood
I try my voice but it wont make a sound
Because the Winter is pulling me down
If I weren't such a liar
I'd get it all off my chest
Oh how the summer reminds me
Of happiness at its best
You know how it drives me crazy
That if we got in my car
and drove ourselves cross the border
They'd accept us for who we are
We'd have a glorious wedding
You'd say "VanCouver, it is"
In sunny British Columbia
Where American Dreams don't exist
It takes me back to Granville High School
And a morning drive across the neighborhood
I try my voice but it wont make a sound
Because the Winter is pulling me down