July

Why I churn my stomach in July?
Times barely gettin by
Take the same old rock and turn it twice
Now I’m anxious and I can fly
Got nothing left to say now
Know I’m not fucking profound
Prompt an egress from the brightness
Promptly redress and it’s silent
Everything I do takes ages
Early June is slow but still painless
We rendezvous and we’re nameless
I’m a hotel dunno what my name is anymore
How I’m supposed to hold you without a hold on me
Living off the dome is scary