the sunshine flooded my room this morning
soaked my bed sheets
and seeped into my soul
there must be something in the air -
thick and heavy with humidity
as i wake up, realizing i'm alone
my pillows are the only thing pressed against me
my t-shirt sticks to my back
if it's a dream, but i'm not aware that it's a dream
is what i feel still real?
if i feel scared or threatened
if i see blue skies and grey clouds
and then i wake up
does the experience hold less significance than real life?
when i'm awake
because it feels real, so my reactions are genuine
things don't have to be physical to be real
summertime
summertime
is for dreamers
it's for haters, lovers,
the reckless
and the hopeless
they say time flies when you're having fun
but did you know that time slows down if you let it?
as the sun sat low in the sky, i laid in the grass
thinking it'd bring me some sort of peace
but instead my mind raced through the atmosphere
and drifted into space
i haven't seen it since then
nostalgia will kill you
and days like this were made in the summertime
earlier today i came home to a full house
of faces i didn't recognize
a stranger
in my own home
i don't belong here,
but i am here
so maybe i do belong here
i'm taking these things as signs
who i exist as now is who i've always existed as
either i'm changing
or i'm becoming more of myself
i wonder who all of these people are, where they're going, where they came from
isn't it crazy
how everyone experiences the same day in a different way?
as i turn up the fan and turn down the temperature,
i wonder who i saw today
that i'll see again
