The Turnaround

Summertime, waking up with the sunshine in your eyes Pick up all the pieces that you left behind Murder you wrote on the walls of our room You aim to kill cause you cannot loose Sunday melancholy spent with eyes wide shut Abusing your past, you need to stop All of the things that you do to me All of the things that you won't do It's the first night of the rest of my life But you won't let me, you won't let me go Take it up, as the moon fights with the sun Walk away, far from you The midnight drinks on the rooftops Moments pass, there's nothing to do