Come and fill your cup up

Looking for that good stuff

Well, “good stuff”

Good stuff to you


Once you take your cup up

Birds will chirp your mourning


it’s a summer fresh tune


Living life with no reason

Summer chills not in season

There’s never a case for your treason


It’s something I don’t believe in


I’m begging you and my god

Stop the madness, it’s flawed

Don’t you know that isn’t true?

I have been saving my whole life for you

And you’re running away from it too

Like rotten fruit.