In the winter of the summer I think I got strung out
In the august of the winter I think I got wrung out I think I got strung out I think I got wrung out
Don't wanna tell you what it did to me, Don't wanna go that far,
Hard to say but its plain to see
Guess I went too far
In the burning of summer my skin began to peel
In the freezing of the solstice, I think I'm biting back my skin began to peel, think i'm biting back
Waiting for you to get used to it
Waiting for you to come down
Waiting for you to get over it
Waiting for you to come over