Come outta there, baby.
Where have you been hiding?
The summer wasn't for hiding
inside your skull.
Come outta there, sweet love.
The sun is kinder this time around.
It's okay to pick up your misplaced
inconveniences from last night.
You're not as terrible as you think.
To tell you the truth, you haven't
been as bitter as your grapefruits.
Stop dreaming of hell and climb
out of that torment already.
There is a whole lot of world
left out here for you to believe
in—and love, always.