Dog Days

Feel the heat in the air,
Know that you see nothing there.
I don't quite like it here.
I'm bugged, but won't quite.

See I've been here before,
It's an old villa by the shore.
Doesn't feel like home here,
It's the relatives that I fear.

Come to say, I find the strangers better,
And prefer the winter weather,
Over the harsh summer.
But here, the dog days are never over.

I've to learn to live with it,
Although I'm sick of it.
It's not something I made myself believe,
I wish I could just pick up my bags and leave.