My body doesn't feel like my body

My skin doesn't sit right

Lick my lips, feel the kiss of the cold wind

Skipping cracks in the pavement

Couldn't handle seven years of bad luck again

Another penny in the pocket of the big man

Another day lost to someone else's great plan

Another way in which I can't seem to get my head screwed on right

I've been dreaming of the summertime

The kind you lose when you hit 25

Full of blank slates and great debates

And kissing strangers in the moonlight

Oh I just wanna write songs in the summertime

Just wanna find a way not to waste my life