i like to think that i know a little bit
but i am not in the least profound
the speed at which the world turns
is too quick for me to figure out

our love is a faded polaroid
sitting dusty at the bottom of a drawer
too late to hang
too soon to throw away
so it haunts me forevermore

i spent spring anticipating summer
and now i don't know what to do
because now that its here i'm still alone
and i can't stop myself from missing you

that's not what i wanted
i wanted to be free
i spent the spring reevaluating
every aspect of being me

i thought that it was over
and my life would start anew
and now i'm running out of time
there's still so much to do

i keep waiting on a transformation
something to take me to that perfect place
yet as soon as i almost get there
i wonder if i'm still losing the race