History of My Life - Blake Mills

Hot pink catamarans, the food begging call of the pelicans

Swimming garbage and sifting over disappointing gifts Friends

Oh, good, Couldn’t i just change

The history of my life sometimes?

The history of my life sometimes?

I’m growing' my hair out

On my head, and on my face right now

Gonna try, really hard

To keep from speaking very loud

Oh good, Couldn’t i just change

The history of my life sometimes?

The history of my life sometimes?

Some feel the rains never fell

The sky owes the ground a wishing well

I’m living in a dry spell, throwing ashes into flames

Oh good, Couldn’t i just change

The history of my life sometimes?

The history of my life sometimes?

I’ve been smiling so hard that i couldn’t hardly see

My parents weren’t in love, they were still taking care of me

I’ve taken much more some people ever see in their lifetime

And maybe i know something that’s turning the sea around

In the sun that’s sproutin' seeds from undergroung and someone is coming

To rely on me somehow

Oh, good, couldn’t I just change

The history of my life, somehow?

The history of my life, somehow?

The history of my life, somehow?