my mood is like the seasons

i miss when you were my only friend, now i’m cutting dead ends just to see yesterday again

i think about the times when i’m out of my mind and they all lead back to you

even with my head screwed loose i still find my way to this town, i come back to life only when you’re around

mid-summertime eyes and a december heart press play/repeat while i hope it’ll all restart - instead of fade away.