August
Mixed berry mist
We sit around in your garage
Folding chairs and headlights
Ive never felt less lost
The room starts to twist
you kneel between my knees
There is something in these moments
That makes my stomach heave
As we run through the empty woods
All their faces melt away
The second we hit sidewalk
your body starts to sway
Because its the end of summer
The concrete's turning cold
The midnights' bathed in green light
My body feels so old
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