I took a detour on my walk home
and all the scents, the warm air of a summer night and the right music
I just.. wish it was the last year’s summer all over again
or the year before
or even the year before it
I don’t like where I am right now, I ask does it need to be this way?
I don’t know, man, just.. I hate this whole vulnerability thing and all the scars that it’s left and all the grownup problems and mess it’s making
this is all way.. beyond me.