I guess I'm young, but I feel so weary.
I've tried to express it, but I think it's all a bore.
It's at the heart of me; a very part of me.
Speak slowly; I can't hear you.
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer to the rain on the roof.
And the rain in my head, and the things that you said.
People take it further ahead, and it just gets so foggy.
It's nowhere in here, and it's everywhere else that I don't wanna be.
But I'm stuck here getting misty over you.
I'm alone on a bicycle for two.
Black Hole - She & Him.
My ultimate summer soundtrack would involve lazy acoustic, flowy skirts, "the artsy type", faint tan lines, and lovin'.
What about you?