
Standing on the Edge of Summer
I’m standing on the edge of summer
And it’s only two in the morning over here
I’m doing a better job forgetting you than sleeping alone
And you’re far away from me
It still feels like it’s yesterday
As I take a deep breath
And the night becomes morning
Still just as tired as the night before
Maybe if not more
They say there’s a lot to live for
And I still have a lot left to do
It’s a lot to think about sometimes
And probably why I don’t sleep
My black book keeps my thoughts organized though
Another day passes
And another summer has come and gone
I’m a lot older now
With my thoughts and ideas neatly organized
And maybe there’s someone next to me
But every time I look to see her face
I wake up.
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