Is it because it’s summer?
I can’t tell with the way I shiver.
How are you back home?
I can’t imagine how it’s like in your room.
“How many more tomorrow’s?”
I sing a happy song with much sorrow.
“If so, when?”
I sigh as if it’s the world’s end.
Is it because it’s summer?
I can’t tell if you are much colder.
Or is my heart just locked in a freezer?
Can you tell? Tell that I’m a good kisser?
Just another one of my jokes,
I might drink until I’m broke.
Like just another friend you met,
I might crash and break my good leg.
Is it because it’s summer?
You’re cold as ice, is this how you care?