(I Hate) The Summer Sun

They say the time has come to leave

but you never know

Like seasons bleed their falling leaves

they never tell

Oh what a year to pretend

there’s somewhere else that you want to go

Oh what a year to pretend that you’ll know

Everyone always seems to pretend

The summer sun will never end

You tried but can’t outlast the creep

of the setting sun

Or winter’s faint familiar freeze

since twenty-one

Oh what a year to pretend

there’s something else that you want to do

Oh what a year to pretend it’ll find you

Everyone always seems to pretend

The summer sun will never end

Soon enough for you to change your mind

But there’s always a way

To get onto my side