Adam Melchor — Means to a Mend Alternate Version

Born in the spring Stubborn and free I take the road when I need it to be there for me Summer sings, passes the time June and July always seem to fly by But now magic and rose makes it go slow And I'm here pretending it won't turn to fall But I turn to the fall It hurts after all I made a bed of red roses just to feel thorns Just to feel thorns I've made mistakes to face them again Now I'm awake and I search for a means to a mend, summer's end The road and the tire, is better off traveled with somewhere in mind So I go find my home, live where I stay Be there for someone who needs me that way Oh, I need you that way I need you that way I need you, I need you, I need you that way (then, repeat a lot of ohs, and then some ahs, and then some more ohs)