sunshine on my shoulders

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

and i'd really love to see you tonight

August is always such a frantic month. In the beginning of June, summer is like an unpeeled, perfectly ripe orange that offers freedom for a short three months. By August, the Sunday of months, you're trying your best to squeeze the last juices out of that thing, but all you get are seeds of summer homework and random, weird hookups. And as we all know, seeds are not edible. Just like corn. And sour cream. I hate when people try to convience you that certain foods are delicious when in all actuality, they fucking suck.