3 August 2012
Summer nights, passing city sights. Under dim moonlight, couples fight. Scar your skin, with my love bites.
Argyll street, where we'd meet. On my lap, rest your feet.
Dancing rings around me standing. Pick me up from my crash landing.
School was out, no more tests. Regents park, our address. My two hands stained your white dress.
Keeper's out. Let me in. Cheap red wine make's my head spin.
Crushed together on crowded trains. Standing on my feet, pleasant pain. Pull me closer by my chain. My shades your mirror, you're so vain.
Lazing around, steal my smokes. Background music from the strokes. Glare at me, your eyes provoke. Breathe you in, expensive soap.
Losing hours, day's a haze. So consumed, bed's unmade. Gloss black piano that you played. Your restless body, I'd serenade.
Winter beckons, sadness looms. Ready for the change in mood.
Our burning flame, starts to flicker. Any excuse for us to bicker. You feel sick, I feel sicker. Drown me now in cold hard liquor.
Summer's gone, our time is over. I go home. You go back somewhere next to Sarasota.
If we meet again, we'll be older. You'll still be hot. But my heart's colder.
Through all the good and bad that we went through.
Flying high, sinking blue.
My last words I'd leave for you.
For our short summer, I thank you.
Summer's Song. • Opuss № I