Sun Rays

The trees are a nice shade of green
front yards in surburia, so comforting
and the summer heat is at my toes telling me
"you need to go, pack your bags and go!"

when the sun speaks it speaks in heat
the hotter it gets, the more conversation we're in
and the girls are wearing less
and the boys are anticipating what comes next

we all shout the same tired songs
because most of us are content with the mess we're in
and it's alright, i've come to learn to bask in ignorance
until the cold winter breeze comes back to haunt us

we're ready for car rides
long cigarettes that never end
but is that all we're content with?

sometimes i beg the sun for more
sometimes i tell the sun the only secrets i know
and when it goes down, it won't tell a soul
it'll never tell a soul