Summer Brings You Closer To Satan

Summer was singing 'dreams' and '…loving fun'

Summer was singing both their words at once

Summer was seeing her past loves

Showing up on our table bottled up

I said 'you shouldn't call it a vision quest

Just cause you haven't eaten dinner yet'

You wanted your tile ceiling

To not be what you're seeing

Waking up

I wanted my nerved head

To be a different head

Waking up

Woke up expecting your eyes to be there

Instead I saw teeth of some demon in your hair

And maybe if this bed could talk

I think it'd say to get the fuck off

Is it easy to be honest

When you're always feeling godless?

Or is it hard to hear a conscience

When the ringing isn't stopping?

And when you want your tile ceiling

To not be what you're seeing

Waking up

I wanted my nerved head

To be a different head

Waking up

We're just like a track sprinter

We'll run until we get injured

We're just like a mirage

Find drink and then we're long gone

We're just like a first chapter

We'll do all the explaining after

We're just like your apartment

We'll end right back where we started from

You wanted your tile ceiling

You wanted floors and beaming

Up in flames and to go unrecognizable