Pent-up Summer Rage

I’m gonna sit in the sun this summer

I’m gonna sit in the sun this summer

And if I cussed, I’d put an f-word somewhere in that sentence and scream it

I am gonna smell like lemons and olive oil

Eat so much apricot jam I’ll explode

I’m going to tan (not burn this time)

I’m going to forget everything I went through all year

And I’ll learn to be warm again