i am on the street i am feeling dead cheap wine's burning in my bowels it's bursting in my head i just try to stand straigt on my feet depression covers like a blanket i'm so so full of shit (hook) I HATE SUMMER IT'S JUST A BUMMER i cannot be whom i want to be i cannot feel what i wanna feel AND I WILL NEVER EVER BE WITH YOU FOR REAL (end of hook) i'm laying on the bench counting leaves on tree thoughts of you flash through my mind i wish i wasn't here your hands around my neck and we're so fucking drunk this pictire tortures me again that's why i am fucked up (hook) I HATE SUMMER IT'S JUST A BUMMER i cannot be whom i want to be i cannot feel what i wanna feel AND I WILL NEVER EVER BE WITH YOU FOR REAL (end of hook)