((It’s all going to be ok))

I keep listening to Summer’s words in the bar that night,
“Yes, you’re going to be OK. It doesn’t matter what happens, you will be OK.”
All I could think about was how I thought she wore glasses in high school
and how we were the only seniors in the chemistry class I was retaking because
I got a D. I got an A+ the second time. Why don’t I do things right the first time?
How come I feel like the world is spinning faster than I can keep up with?
I need a nap. I need a pillow. I need to lay in the grass and feel sunshine.
I’m waiting for summer to tell me I’m going to be ok.