Summertime
I keep on thinking that you're gone
for long With no real warnings made
No takeaway bag, no distinctive sound
Summarize A lot of pictures in the silver frame
This book you read all day
A story about this mother's only shame
Conspiracies and evening lights Blue,
red, rose, every legit rose is still
alive And some will land upon my
door wall
Some will lay in the sand till summertime
Cause I don't even know it like you can't
go wrong And I don't even see you
walk past that door
Cause I don't really wanna see
it
No I don't
