in love with you like summer

im not the type
to love so freely

falling
after he clipped my wings

and im sorry
but i know sorry doesn't fix a thing

especially when it doesnt mean a thing
i have no desire to believe

i cant believe you
ive been the one to deceive

and i know what it means
absolutely nothing

still... its nice to think
that everything was an accident

and we are where we're meant
but that idea is a present

and its a lie
to cover up what we try to hide

what we feel inside
and for me, that is nothing