Well
summer is here...

Verse 1
Im gonna brush off my pocket...

Falsetto breeze
from a black plastic fan...

Each night
I lay frozen in my bed...

Touch me Please
Someone dare put their arms around me...

I need a shoulder to cry on
a hand to hold my own...

Some days I am white-
white Happy fair even decent...

It feels wonderful
this empty feeling...

This terrible aching feeling inside
Eats away at me...

It hurts
its so very frustrating...

In the distance I see your shadow
are you running...

Everyone tells me
just walk away...