Just Another Summer.

The orange juice in my teacup doesn’t have any pulp,
and I much prefer it that way....
As I sit in my lawn chair at 10:30 at night,
watching the rain drown the end of the day.

I have a song stuck in my head,
by an underground band.
Feeling like that kind of teenager
no guidance counselor would reprimand.

And if I didn’t know,
that my bed missed my company,
I’d sit out here all night,
while the sky would feed off of me.