Bleachers

You are homesick, I've got cabin fever
Back to your place where we try to reverse all the bad dreams
With our cute schemes
All those bad dreams oh they don't hurt me
And I'm older now I figured it out on my own
We march in twos with nowhere to go
And you're crying there's no place to start
But chin up my dear, you are the brave heart

Baby don't you go and caught in the bleachers
Baby don't you go and get stuck in the house
All the good kids with the bright red cheeks
Are handing out bunches kissing on mouth

In the backyard where you sink and I swim
Took me all night just to convince you
To dive while you hold both my hands
But you let me go when feet touch the surface
In the morning your hair is still damp
And you're sleeping our pillows are stamped
With the chlorine that's itching my skin
Still you' let me go and feet touch the surface

Baby don't you go and caught in the bleachers
Baby don't you go and get stuck in the house
All the good kids with the bright red cheeks
Are handing out bunches kissing on mouth

All those bad dreams, oh they don't hurt me
All those bad dreams, oh they don't hurt me
All those bad dreams, all those bad dreams, all those bad dreams

Baby don't you go and caught in the bleachers
Baby don't you go and get stuck in the house
All the good kids with the bright red cheeks
Are handing out bunches kissing on mouth