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 can't beat away the haze, the rays are giving way
And spending all my time having conversations sitting next to you
"Hey, but I... don't really like the summertime"
And as you were petting on the 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 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 can't 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"
"Cause 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 the sky and were
Gaping, pointing, struggling to keep away a scream
Stabbing holes and splitting you in two
The beam made seem 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 overheated 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 of you
I push you aside to nearly dodge a truck
Blood dripping everywhere and choking my smell of hair
You breath in a gulp of air and just can't take it
Are these lies? I haven't heard him say
"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get"
"Maybe this summer day has finally gone away"
"But that's all I'll say so, this 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