don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear Cuz I'm being taken...
Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.
As the temperatures start rising, my level of productivity and energy goes down. There is some kind of laziness in the air that makes me daydream all the time. I picture blue skies and endless azure waters, lavender fields and sunless woods.
I wish I could turn back time to those childhood summer days when we would stay all day outside playing games. Those sweet times when we had no worries and the world seemed like a perfect little place.