Do I Look Like Summer To You?

everything I catch

is a relic of my past

leaving things alone

until they rot and turn to stone;

in another memory they'll go

-s's.

it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming

I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack

and I’ve bought myself down into mystery

Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over

Bringing them in

—again and again

but it’s nothing like what’s coming

nothing is like this cruel ending

-s’s.

Freedom to walk around and watch you look

So I take my mind off of something as blue

When the day crept on me weakly

And time was my worst enemy

 You’d walk around the world

wherever you were,

unpredictably

-s's.

de Dreamland (a soft war)

am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?

dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin

seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin

I’ll never have time to kill. I never wanted to

but you must do

i guess i should stay and never come out

and wait for the gold to explode

because time is winding in now

the fish hooks look in tides for something

i wish i was just finely thinned out

into nothing

-s's.

Lists Hanging on the wall Were of no use now Because I found a way out

I found a way out

we were a firecracker Nobody dared to watch What dies fast Never is enough

I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.

there's a slope that i'd die on, after i fell hard,

voice of honey silk that wraps you in

I tried to get up, I couldn't have stopped,

but now I'm stranger than I ever was

if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?

-s's.

today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death

Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up

grim appetite for the full dark night

-s's.