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