The Summer of Boats Local H

[Verse 1]
And you're allowed to change
You have permission to try
You're moving off to Salt Lake
And no one will ask why
Moving off in June
Not a day too soon
It all seems so perfectly strange
Break it all in two
And you'll be off into
It's all just so perfectly strange

[Verse 2]
And I'm allowed to break
When my shit's wrapped to tight
And though it all seems strange
This compulsion to die
Shoving off from shore
Can't take any more
It all seems so perfectly lame
Lifting up on four
Breaking down the doors
It's all just so perfectly lame

[Chorus]
Life was perfectly sad
It's perfectly sadder now
Life was perfectly sad
It's perfectly sadder now