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