@Binissalem

Thank god you're here I couldn't breath I can't stand summertime By noon Im numb Inside my head There's nothing to be done If there's ever room for doubt Know that I fill it right away Doesn't weigh so hard on me now Im under-slept Im overplayed My mind keeps going To faithless places I made a bet It's all a test My lungs can't hold This type of weather I never lied to you I'm just bad at being bored There's nothing wrong with me And you didn't say the word