August 15th at 12:30 noon I don’t see a cloud above The sun is shining down, what a pretty day So sick of this summer heat I cant beat away the haze the rays are giving way, And spending all of my time having conversations sitting next to you “Hey but I, don’t really like the summertime” And as you were petting on that cat you said such a daring thing right from under your breath Ah, and as that cat had ran away You tried to chase it in the end Jumping right out in front of a traffic light that poured a shade of red bright red Crashing in and breaking you to bits That truck a heard a scream a little bit too late Blood dripping everywhere and choking your smell of hair I breathe in a gulp of air and just cant take it Are these lies? The heat is mocking me “What you see is exactly what you’re gonna get!” And with the blue of sky I hear singing crickets cry and fall right back into another dark sleep Sitting up in my bed I could hear ticking clocks the shock will mock my ever ringing head I look to see the time August 14th at 12 something noon I don’t see a cloud above The sun is shining down and yet i hear a cry of a cricket singing loudly in my head “Hey but I…I really have to wonder why Because in the dream I had last night we sat in the same old park we are sitting at now “Hey, I think the two of us should leave.” But stepping slightly off the path, their heads turned-up towards sky and were gaping pointing struggling to keep away a scream Stabbing holes and splitting you in two, the beam made seam as it fell straight from the sky Ringing an old wind chime and shaking a passerby then filling the air until they hit those park trees Are these lies? The heat is mocking me “Bet you wish you were asleep, but it’s not a dream!” Vision it blurred away and keeping my thoughts at bay I swear you stood there while keeping such a dark smile Endlessly I see that over heated haze And again the laughing will repeat on through the days You've been dying for the past ten years We are trapped in cycles and the end is never clear But a story is a story all the same And today, like any, has an ending so to say Far away and out beyond that scorching summer day Crashing in and hitting me instead you I pushed you aside to nearly dodge a truck Blood dripping everywhere and choking my smell of hair You breathe in a gulp of air and just cant take it Are these lies? I haven’t heard him say “What you see is exactly what your gonna get” Maybe this summer day has finally gone away But that’s all I’ll say so this is where it ends now August 14th and sitting alone on a bed a girl awakes repeating just the same Muttering again “Guess I failed again..” as she sat all alone and held a cat still cradled in her arms
