The salt is stingin' the back of my throat
Dreaming up paper boats
That never seem to sink
I always experience ambedo
Letting it be my placebo
As the horizon gleam disintegrates
Cause Summer always held some sense of nostalgia
I know I could complain but why should I bother?
What difference can a single person make?
I might as well enjoy this lovely day.
Well the salt it strangles me
As the boats fall victim to the sea
In different shades of pastel
The fumes are making me go blind
It's a fact that I can't see reality
There's nothing that's more cynical than ignorance
There's nothing more ignorant than denying the facts
Cause Summer always held some sense of nostalgia
I know I could complain but why should I bother?
What difference can a single person make?
I might as well enjoy this, I might as well enjoy
Love pastel beaches
You always say something different
Based on the tides and sentiment
Although the end is much closer than you'd think
Love pastel beaches
You always say something different
Based on the tides and sentiment
Although the end is much closer than you'd think