Stumbled through a hibernation,
Tethered to an image of springing into life until you fall back down.
An idle runaground,
But "who's for one more round?", they always say.
'cause/but if you stay another summer,
we can forget our days are numbered
just for a bit and let the numbness settle in.
And if you stay a little longer,
we can alleviate this hunger.
It brings a reason to the long nights perishing.
I'm like you, a casualty|vacant.
Singing through a veil of sheltered irony unto the empty crowd.
And we kneel beside the exit sign.
Another summer? Another summer.
Another summer? Just one.