Summertime

Every time I hear another story
I can change my mind about you
Information strange
I can't ignore it
Turns the page to situations new
How can I count on what you tell me?
Forgot it's true
Every time I hear your conversations
I can change my mind about you
I try to disguise all my accusations
I only ever want you to approve
Feels good to pretend, so you like it
Feels painful too
Every time I misread your expressions
I can change my mind about you
Feelings could be overflowing
They could lessen
Or they could just be going away from you
Inside of every hour
There's a time to die
Inside of every flower
Is the summer time