Is summer so beautiful
Enough to rent a car
Fluttering by like a drop top
Projecting the idea of someone pink
The bills in my name
I'm betting on calling in sick
A haircut that stays long
Something to hit the breeze
Something to say fuck you
All "I" made me cry
Aside from myself, ecstatic (yeah)
My stilts for moving up and
Displacement becomes a fact
Dismiss it as distraction but it's
Not about having what I want
Here and hands touching next to
All the others also
Sliding in to stop