's not summer yet.
Can't be exited about love yet.
Can't bother them longer.
Superficiality about being cool.
Since I've come. I'm getting older.

Wainting for the sun. Come and disturb me.
Pain and waiste.
Smiles against embrassement.
What is there to gain ?
Down, too down, into oceans.
Beside the sides,
never see you again.