My skin's been kissed by more than just the sun,
Who's willing to be my next someone?
Everything's crumbling around me,
If I don't distract myself I know I'll end up crying.
Delicate whispers of the day meeting the ocean at dusk,
Rumors swirling around that something's becoming of us.
Boomboxes blasting Rock N' Roll music until all hours,
We're kids at the height of our powers.
Petals making homes in our palms,
The trees are way past bloom.
We're kids with dreams bigger than this town,
Drowning, dying, decaying in this shrinking room.
We need to have the summer of our lives,
So when winter comes and everything dies,
We can say we did this right.
Take my hand and follow me into the sun,
Make room for love, let's have some fun.
I haven't worn a shirt in six days,
Thanks to this almighty heatwave.
This house never did have an A/C machine,
Who knows what that means for me.
Maybe my secrets will melt into promises,
Turning perilous into positive.
Maybe I'll get struck down with heatstroke,
And I'll regret what I stupidly spoke.
San Francisco's at the ready for when I come crashing down,
I fear I'll never escape the talons of this town.
I shake my head; this isn't the time to think;
All I ever wanted was to be me.
I come home after a long day of doing nothing;
Funny that; I also feel nothing.
I sit on the edge of my bed; I'm too afraid to rest.
Will I ever be able to say I'm proud of myself?
Sure, I'm proud of the fact that I overcame writer's block more times than I can count;
That I ate food even when my disorder started to scream and shout;
That I avoided the brink of death twice;
That I have this ponderous ability to write.
But, is that enough?
What else is out there for me?
I know this is some deep, philosophical stuff;
But, I'm just asking.
I might be a kid who's dreams are bigger than this town;
But before I can leave I need to get to know me for now.
One day you'll see my name lit up in lights;
And I hope you'll say;
Damn, he sure did everything right.