In a Dismal Tone

I want it to be like this the whole summer
I want to see your face every dinner

And spend my time writing in your room
Ignoring the fact that you're leaving soon

Stubborn as hard as a goat's horn
I get frantic too far from romantic

Yesterday I saw you bloom
Today has been nothing but gloom

All the places that I've dreamed of
Can never be reached anymore

I'm prone
Dismal tone