dear summer
you've finally left
dear summer
dear summer
you've taken the best
A dime of luck
Frustrated looks
Some burning temptations
No medals for the academic
Wanting or waiting?
Are you wanted for waiting?
Are the elevators okay?
Did you get to the top?
Was the floor on fire
were you just in and out
did you burn the bodies
did anyone find out
Now we're on foreign grounds
We take two pills a day
To keep these ghosts from pointing
The echoes of them laughing
Can you stay asleep
Hide under your bed
Dig a hole to bury your head
But now we're in the clear
With these abstract people
what a wonderful party
They all hunt the same
With their bullets and guns
and with their mouths with words
incredible sensations
from a credible invention
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