This close, that's fun
Everybody's going to your house, inside
Never thought about that
Ain't supposed to, from a block away(?)
At the end of the summer

It's two sample markers on a bedroom bath
You can wear 'em like a mask
You can be your own dad
Like you're supposed to, I could show you
At the end of the summer
 [bad word] 
I spot up, hear it fade away
There's nothing I can do
At the end of the song
Drive all marginals away, for the anger
At the end of the song
Chase words, that's fine, let me blow 
This quarantine
Your house, inside, never thought about that
You're supposed to, from a block away(?)
At the end of the summer