Summer feels like too many songs,
Like falling in love twice in one night,
Like smiling for a photograph,
Like an act.
It feels like one big show to prove a point,
Like making up for the winter months,
Like pretending to be happy,
Like we're not.
It feels like putting flowers at a grave,
Like running from mistakes all over again,
Like cleaning the house for when the relatives come over,
Like hiding the truth.