Is it summer yet outside?
the last time i saw
ashes in the breeze
blossoms and swallowing bubbles
(blossoms, swallowing bubbles)
for release
i cant stay here forever
i mouthed the words
(those words, i mouthed them)
and hid from them
buried under books
i would have branded myself.
i replaced autumn with your eyes
and the emptiness of summer will replace you
(and) I still miss the starlight.