Summer Fuzz

I don’t know the problem anymore
I could look forever and not see more than sky
you pick at your thoughts
and there’s always something bigger coming right up behind

down and out and about
separate the pressure from what keeps you alive
fuzz me out
nowhere to go, no time to arrive

the summer sun sets in
and no matter what it’s always too high in the sky
if you’re coming around, I’ll wait around