Summer from Summer by Grenadiers

Here in these wasted days, guarded misplaced malaise
My place, my cold, my way
My sodden place to stay
And wait for the summer to come

The glum and the glummer, here in my endless summer
The dumb just get dumber, brain calls are pummelled away
Keep your smiles and sun block, I’ll just block out the sun
My darkness light as air, outside your sunshine weighs a ton

They’re all in packs outside, beautiful backs are fried
I’m pale and terrified, grown scales to run and hide
I hate for the summer to come

If I could wish quite well
I’d wish for a wishing well
And every coin that fell would pray for waves to wash it all away

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