you held me down, as sure as the sun
This song is liquid sun, melting, dripping, draining through my system. My pores are clogged with heat and I feel lightheaded, languid.
Iced tea, bitter and cold, ice cubes clicking against each other and the glass, and the condensation formed, pooling in circles on the black table top.
Lying the sun, and my skin is burning, my arms crossed under my head, fingertips scraping against the hard concrete. It's rough, angry, harsh. The sun is sparking across my back through my clothes, tingling, aching.
I'd like to burn.
Iced tea, bitter and cold, ice cubes clicking against each other and the glass, and the condensation formed, pooling in circles on the black table top.
Lying the sun, and my skin is burning, my arms crossed under my head, fingertips scraping against the hard concrete. It's rough, angry, harsh. The sun is sparking across my back through my clothes, tingling, aching.
I'd like to burn.