I want it to be like this the whole summer
I want to see your face every dinner
And spend my time writing in your room
Ignoring the fact that you're living soon
Stubborn, as hard as a goat's horn
I get frantic, too far from romantic
Yesterday I saw you bloom
Today has been nothing but gloom
All the places that I've dreamed of
Can never be reached anymore
I'm prone
Dismal tone