now that i'm not selling
maybe you've got the honey
maybe i'll blow fast like this town
on my fourth of july ground
you made a wish
i wished it twice
out of all the wishes i've made
this is the only one i remember making
you thought maybe i was prodigal-like
i've thrown stones like you're tough-shout
i ordered myself in pearls one day
just cuz no one is saying it aint okay
i don't have a plea
i don't have anything in me
beautiful