with you

my summertime skin is pale again, on my skinny frame, each summer's the same, i dreamt away my working day, with thoughts about you, when i tell you the truth, that i am so much in love with you, i'll start my day so much the same, as all have before, i'll set foot to the floor, a dream so fresh upon my breath, to a truckload of ears, none to unload my fears, that i am so much in love with you, my hands are cold out windows hold, for highway fresh air, and a cigarette stare, for a fear that i had, that i wouldn't be able, to tell you i'm so much in love with you