Sweat Town, USA

It was getting hot

I was fucking up

And you're moving on

And it's all I want

But I don't wanna be alone anymore

He was shit to you

Even after you

Told him all the shit not to do

It's sweaty now

And I'm missing out

There's a park king

There's a meter made

On the bluest days

Even those warm sun rays

Can't possibly change

All our wicked ways

As the ivy grows

I'm really missing snow

Or I'm just missing you

Or I'm missing it all

But it's summer now

And the cicadas are here

Even the locust can cleanse

The darkest year

And I hope that I'm not alone

And I'm here now