Summer in a hyperballad

Choose a chapter and then write it backwards

I was skimming through one of old lovers' lodes

Laughing as the metaphysics dried and fractured

Summertime and life is lavish

Acting like a prince in Paris

It was only when I walked the line through wintertime

That every single vital sign of life had vanished

Summer in a hyperballad

Two drunkards in a quiet carriage

I was searching through my camera roll

In search of something tangible and acting like a true romantic

Wintertime and life is savage

Darkness on my mind to manage

You would slowly go through hyperboles with wisdom

That defined the way your mind controlled the lives we bandaged

Summer in a hyperballad

Searching for a rightful passage

I was working every single night, a drifter on the district line

Powder in my sinus passage

Autumn's here and life is manic

Former victories line the granite

I was sifting through my soul descending further down the hole

I spent the summer seasons climbing out of

Summer in a hyperballad

Paint a picture and admire it backwards

I was speeding down the sunset strip, waiting for the sun to dip

Drinking to deny the damage

Spring is here and life has had it

Popping pills and violet tablets

I was posted in the library low

Searching through the binary code trying to find a line to crack it

Summer in a hyperballad

Super fucking high on acid

I was sat inside a motel room, waiting for the phone to ring

Sprawled out on a tiny mattress

Summer's here and life is magic

Silent movies in a foreign language

Looking at my life, I see you looking at your life through me

And several overriding factors

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