10:25 PM


It's just me going through the motions
Where nothing stays but nothing ever changes
and the weather is chill
with every day a down-tempo emotion
You relax getting drunk on your dreams
and high off your wishes
becoming lost in an indie summer
Sometimes your soul takes a trip
vacationing world's away
where anything is possible
But eventually reality sends you home
Life may become a bore
and some days a bummer
But at least I'm myself and free
In another indie summer

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