Connor Danstrom - Rust on My Hands Lyrics

Came home with rust on my hands
Day-old grass stains on my pants
New words and new ways to destroy
Tired of sleeping tired of making noise

Afraid of bees and crossing streets
Kissing girls and climbing trees
Each day's just like the one before
And it will be forevermore

Today I'm going downtown
Today I'm riding bikes around
I'm going digging at the beach
Until I find a way to reach

The other side of the shore
Where they don't have numbers on their doors
I won't get sunburn on my neck
And then I'll go home

I like the sounds in hardware stores
Reading yearbooks and locking doors
And thinking what it's like to be
Six foot four not four foot three

And I'm hitting last second shots
I'm wearing shorts because it's hot
I'm doing wheelies in the sun
If two is better then so is one