there
is always so much
pounding
in august
there is
always the
horrible strokes of
bon iver
in my head
in august
my dreams
are
getting progressively
vivid
and
they all involve
this
deep
august
breathing
crying inside
of me
the opposite
of this
month
the opposite
of
this
month
rattling in me
no matter what
the
crescendo
raising my feet
and
my blood
rushing to my
head
a shot
into my
leg
and
i would just
die
and i would
just live for
the last
minute to
say that
there
is so much i could
have lived for
pounding
in august
there is
always the
horrible strokes of
bon iver
in my head
in august
my dreams
are
getting progressively
vivid
and
they all involve
this
deep
august
breathing
crying inside
of me
the opposite
of this
month
the opposite
of
this
month
rattling in me
no matter what
the
crescendo
raising my feet
and
my blood
rushing to my
head
a shot
into my
leg
and
i would just
die
and i would
just live for
the last
minute to
say that
there
is so much i could
have lived for