When the Summer comes
Summer is dead
I try to reconcile the voice in my head
Heaven take me
How long have I slept?
At this point I'm just everyone that I've met
I've been training to get wet from the rain
Who makes the rules for the rulemaker's game
Wearing camouflage to disguise my smell
I might have loved you but I couldn't tell
I've got a growing impression
That you're made of timely perceptions
Wandering around wishing memories had timestamps
Sometimes they creep into my mind and they set up camp
Found them wedged in between my past and myself
Tried to read them til I realized that I couldn't be helped
Thinking lately that I've never really known what to think
I'm feeling lucky to perpetually work out the kinks
Climbed a ladder to the devil until I fell
I might have loved you but that didn't sell
I've got a growing impression
We're both results of pure misconceptions
I swim in a pool of misdirection
But we're made of timely perceptions
I don't know what I am, but I'm not what I was
I feel that nostalgic buzz
I guess I'll run if I can, but I'm just looking for love
I feel that nostalgic buzz