Interlude

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