summer in ur hands
the phone ringin incessantly
leavin it be in a corner
not wantin to break the moment

seems like a break for me
away from the hustle
a change of scenery for the heavy-hearted
before it starts all over again

naively brave
venturin deep in the lonely nights
promises and memories
we're more than just five hundred days

when summer is over
wad shall become of us