Die In The Summertime

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
see myself without ruining lines
whole days throwing sticks into streams

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime

the hole in my life even stains the soil
my heart shrinks to barely a pulse
a tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
if you really care wash the feet of a beggar

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.

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