(Tempo: Fast and driving. Guitars are heavy and distorted, drums are punchy. The bass line is simple, repetitive, and aggressive.) (Intro - Heavy, distorted guitar riff with a quick, hard-hitting drum fill) (Verse 1 - RAP - Energetic, frustrated delivery) Yo, check the calendar, it’s a cruel joke The air conditioner’s off, and the silence just chokes. Sunrise getting shy, sun's packing its gear Another year's gone, man, it disappeared. They swapped the ice cream truck for a yellow school bus Now every morning's gray, it's gotta be a fuss. 'Cause I'm standing at the window, staring out at the rain, Feelin' like a good time went straight down the drain. Where'd the hours go? They were movin' too fast, Like a wave crashing hard, they were never built to last. I'm caught in the undertow, of the cold and the bleak, Stuck on rewind, for the days I still seek! (Pre-Chorus - RAP/CHANT - Building intensity, drums hit harder) Yeah, the fire pit’s cold, the hammock is down, Got that empty feeling all over this town! Gimme the heat, gimme the bright, gimme the loud! I'm screaming up at the sky, lost in the cloud! (Chorus - Sung, powerful, raw vocals - Full band kicks in, a massive wall of sound) FADED TAN LINES, AND THE SHORT DAYS START! LEFT A SUMMER SHAPE SCARRED, ON MY BEATING HEART! GIVE ME BACK THAT SUN-BLASTED, ENDLESS FEELING! THIS CONCRETE'S TOO COLD, THE WOUND ISN'T HEALING! I’M OUT OF CONTROL, CAUGHT IN THE WINTER SLOW! I’M TRAPPED IN THE ECHO OF A RADIO GLOW! (Verse 2 - RAP - Faster pace, more intense, a slight change in the rhythmic flow) Remember late nights? When the pavement would steam? Every streetlight buzzin', livin' out the dream. No curfew, no tie, no rules, just the breeze, Crusin' with the windows down, moving through the trees. Now the pool's covered up, a tarp over the blue, The taste of the chlorine, I’m still missin' that too. Sweat drippin' down, feelin' the freedom you got, Man, I'd trade every sweater for a hundred-degree spot! The smell of the grill, the cicadas' loud hum, Just a soundtrack for life, before the bad news would come. I need a reboot, I need to hit "escape," But all I got left are these memories taped! (Guitar Solo - Aggressive, wah-pedal driven solo, melodic but heavy. Builds to a screaming bend before dropping out) (Pre-Chorus - RAP/CHANT - Even more frantic and desperate) Yeah, the fire pit’s cold, the hammock is down, Got that empty feeling all over this town! Gimme the heat, gimme the bright, gimme the loud! I'm screaming up at the sky, lost in the cloud! (Chorus - Sung, powerful, raw vocals - Full band again, bigger and louder) FADED TAN LINES, AND THE SHORT DAYS START! LEFT A SUMMER SHAPE SCARRED, ON MY BEATING HEART! GIVE ME BACK THAT SUN-BLASTED, ENDLESS FEELING! THIS CONCRETE'S TOO COLD, THE WOUND ISN'T HEALING! I’M OUT OF CONTROL, CAUGHT IN THE WINTER SLOW! I’M TRAPPED IN THE ECHO OF A RADIO GLOW! (Bridge - Spoken/Whispered then building to a shouted scream) No... I can't let it go... I'm holding onto the heat... The last sip of that freedom... Tastes bitter and sweet... (SCREAMED) I NEED A RELAPSE! GIVE ME JULY BACK! I'M STUCK IN SEPTEMBER'S CRACK! (Outro - Band hits a massive, final power chord. Drums have one last quick, crashing fill. The final sound is a sustained, feedback-drenched guitar note that slowly fades out.) Summer... gone... (Silence)
