Summer...

Some summers are spent
Lying in bed
Partying, watching TV
And hanging with friends

Sometimes you get bored
Like, "What's summer for?"
Then you lie on the sofa
Till they hear you snore

My summer's like
Nothing that I
Ever expected last year
On the drive

Now I'm choking on time
And trying to survive
And counting down days only
To again say goodbye

Laziness, no
More like, "where did he go"
And trying to distract myself
Until you get home