You and I exist in summers only
We were made for
Sunny days and long nights
Endless laughter and play fights
Not dreary mondays and monotonous nights
Or difficult decisions and big fights
We exist in road trips and little blips
In the holes of reality that don't last very long
Only in summers we belong

You and I exist in summers only

I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are