500 days of summer

I'm dreaming about 500 days of summer...

my heart isn't meant to rest
I need to feel it beating
set my mind on a quest
a whirlwind of feelings
sometimes I'm acting strange
hopelessly romantic at best

when the nightly rain rushes
I sit outside chasing my dreams
saving reality's blushes
doesn't matter what it means
in between singing and cheating
hoping and breathing

sharply-blurred imagination
is the only truth I believe in