Laying on the bed, gazing through the pains of glass to the snow.
Hitting the bushes of time 6 feet down below.
Two months before the tips were covered with colorful cue, and oceany blue.
After the favorite month that reminds me of you.
Summer.

Summer is a time, where the birds sing at the light.
Crawling critters and caddydids, dance to the moon late at night.

The scorching rays that beat down on my shoulders make me drip.
After working for an old lady that always told me to "take a sip"
swiping the keys and slipping from sight to escape the fight.
I'm gong to go see Nicole tonight.

Her eyes met mine in the air that seemed like oceans from her hair
Her smiling reaching cheek to cheek.
The sun cant compeat
This girl is my light, she's radiating with heat.

I grab your side and slide in behind you.
Holding you close under the sunburst sun, you know what to do.
As the fireworks burst from
Our lips to our tongues.

Wake back up to the real month it's is.
All I can do is think o her kiss.
Ill see you again I told her.
That's why my favorite season  is summer.