summer part i and part ii

summer part i

i am so sick of summer histamines.
my eyes are dry, red, bloodshot pieces of shit.
i feel as if i am strung out on a long monday morning.
i have no one with me to hold late at night either in my mind or in my arms.

the summer histamines keep me short of breath, and force me to puff, puff, pass my trusty albuterol.
ah, the wonderful summer air.
that's to be read as muggy and heavy.
i feel nothing. this is the summer of singed nerve endings.

tear down walls, brick by brick.
expose what summer has become.
it is itchy eyes, popped pills, inhaled highs.
ah, what warm air the summer brings.

and while others lay out to be scorched by the sun,
i pass out on my couch and sleep soundly all week.


summer part ii

we will lay down those memories, so short of a disaster.
they all came in guns a blazing. our hearts were beating faster.
so what? a perfect life seems a little over-rated.
but it's okay, because the sirens serrenaded.
put that whole night on pause and grab a bite to eat.
this summer's going to be another fucking feat.

so where are the memories?
who's going to stop us now?
here's what we're going to do.
live like we don't know how.
here's to the memories.
here's to the skies ablaze.
here's to the endless nights.
here's to the scorching days.

we lay down our blown glass and fall off the window sills.
they laugh at us every night while we look for bigger thrills.
so what? a dull life seems a little understated.
but it's okay, just hit play and we will have made it.
this summer when we chill we'll watch the sunsets fade.
fireflies and broken stars will let us know we got it made.