dear sweet season
sweet july, my skin can
remember it all 

i am waiting
saw your ghost shaped like
the gold in my hair and hands

crack me open, find nothing
but traces of breath
a king still a king
but girl finds her death

give me something, 
something blood can cling to
and sing to, a hope of
escaping 

please remember somewhere in
those places you go to, you held
on so tight to my hand. 

crack me open, find nothing
but traces of breath
a king still a king
but girl finds her death