I hide the sun under the sheets
and my bad habits are finally going away.
The trust line is getting thinner, like the many lines that are keeping it together.
As these months and summer air die by,
the good things are slowly dying too.
You have goosebumps on your legs.
The golden days and the few good laughs left with me.
So tell all your friends, I called it quits. So tell all your friends, I'm done with it.