Something About That Summer Void
Something About That Summer Void Long wet summers filled by the void of you. what am I without you the effect of years spent together never acknowledging what we were. My first and worst. Countless emotions to describe your not who you used to be, talent is gone left by the sound hot wet and sufferable, the best I can do is leave just to do the same elsewhere. The seasons never change some things we (don't) have in common a new one every month. who am I, what have I become, is this me or a facade. without you I'm not me, without you I cant breathe, but when i am with you I suffer my actions predetermined by you. the summers are long and in-escapable sitting with myself, missing your void your black hole. would i be better off with-(out) you or am I the man I am today thanks to you, parts of us missing only the other can fill.