August 15th at 12:30 noon I don't see a cloud above 
The sun is shining down, what a pretty day
So sick of this summer heat I cant beat away the haze 
the rays are giving way
And spending all of my time having conversations sitting next to you

"Hey but I...don't really like the summertime"
And as you were petting on that cat you said such a daring thing 
right from under your breath

Ah, and as that cat had ran away
You tried to chase it in the end
Jumping right out in front of a 
traffic light that poured a shade of red bright red

Crashing in and breaking you to bits
That [bad word] a heard a scream a little bit too late
Blood dripping everywhere and choking your smell of hair
I breathe in a gulp of air and just cant take it
Are these lies? The heat is mocking me 
"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get!"
And with the blue of sky I hear singing crickets cry and
fall right back into another dark sleep

Sitting up in my bed I could hear ticking clocks the shock 
will mock my ever ringing head
I look to see the time

August 14th at 12 something noon I don't see a cloud above
The sun is shining down
And yet I hear a cry of a cricket singing loudly in my head

"Hey but I...I really have to wonder why
Because in the dream I had last night we sat in the 
same old park we are sitting at now
"Hey, I think the two of us should leave." 
But stepping slightly off the path, their heads turned up towards sky 
and were gaping pointing [bad word] to keep away a scream

Stabbing holes and splitting you in two, 
the beam made seam as it fell straight from the sky
Ringing an old wind chime and shaking a passerby then filling the air 
until they hit those park trees 
Are these lies? The heat is mocking me
"Bet you wish you were asleep, but it's not a dream!"
Vision it blurred away and keeping my thoughts at bay I swear you stood there while keeping such a dark smile

Endlessly I see that over heated haze
And again the laughing will repeat on through the days
You've been dying for the past ten years
We are trapped in cycles and the end is never clear

But a story is a story all the same
And today like any has an ending so to say
Far away and out beyond that scorching summer day 

Crashing in and hitting me instead of you
I pushed you aside to nearly dodge a [bad word] Blood dripping everywhere and choking my smell of hair
You breathe in a gulp of air and just cant take it
Are these lies? I haven't heard him say
"What you see is exactly what your gonna get"

Maybe this summer day has finally gone away
But that's all I'll say so this is where it ends now 

August 14th and sitting alone on a bed a girl awakes repeating just the same
Muttering again

"Guess I failed again.." as she sat all alone 
and held a cat still cradled in her arms