KRY

-summertime blues

Relaxed to a point

Where I don't know what's happening

What's going on in the world

I'm floating I don't care

When the summertime blues kicks in

You look below the windowsill

And wonder what it's like down there

What do I do

Just like the heat of the sun

Reality pounds my heart pounds

Space is cold

So why is it so hot down here

Sometimes I wish I was up there

I can't breathe anyways

I can feel a heartbeat

Is it mine

Where even am I

Time is an illusion

Will I always be myself

What's a name