yes,

it smells like summer
and it smells like shame
smells like time
for endless thought

there was a year with an ending
and another year
with another ending,

next year what will end?
i sure hope nothing ends.

if not sleep then awake

if not tired
then caffeine

things keep changing

i don't like fighting
i don't like fighting

how do you make things work that way?

well i'm dying to figure it out,
i'm dying to fix everything
i'm dying to figure myself out

i've fallen into a permanent sleep

nothing makes me feel real

nothing feels real

waiting for people to make contact
waiting to fall asleep,

i can't end relationships
or just fill my time
summer comes with time to do nothing

and my thinking might lead me to fade to nothing
i don't want to read i want to figure myself out

i lost myself
more than ever,

more
than
ever