The breeze creeps through the window
Caressing my unkempt hair like a lovers soft touch
The sounds of summer are playing outside
A record of birds and lawnmowers and convertibles
On repeat until its time will pass
Drowned out by the music inside my head
Some have their showtunes
Some have their ballads
Some have their drumbeats and techno and noise
I have a mixture and concoction
Playing on shuffle, echoing my soul.
Caressing my unkempt hair like a lovers soft touch
The sounds of summer are playing outside
A record of birds and lawnmowers and convertibles
On repeat until its time will pass
Drowned out by the music inside my head
Some have their showtunes
Some have their ballads
Some have their drumbeats and techno and noise
I have a mixture and concoction
Playing on shuffle, echoing my soul.