When I glance at my phone there's news after news
I swipe them all away unless there's some it from you
Then I put away the paintbrush
Lay the book down next to the pile to be read
I dearly love to paint or read but I'd still rather talk to you instead

I am a beast
Contributing to the earth's pollution
Intoxicating soil and financing the royal
If I could gamble to be any other living thing
I'd take a spin on the wheel and hope for death to be my win

Now the paper's all used
Trying to write about you
Crossing every second line
But crossing lines' a thing of mine
Anyway

A summernight in Mid-July
We'd talk and talk until my skin
Was covered in mosquito bites
I didn't mind, I let it sting

Those bites they kept me company
In the days you weren't around
I itched and scratched so angrily
They could stay forever on my account.

Stirred my heart
Got all mixed up
A race about love
Where I can't keep up

I guess some need the tragedy
Rambling mind and trembling feet
Falling for every fallen leaf
Desperate to keep winter out of reach

Because at least in summertime, everyone else seems happy.

I'll stay and mend the world for you
And take care of the pain if you want me to

I'll fill the cracks with your favourite words
And keep you in shape when the world is not

I'll provide you with laughter when you're running low on joy
And advice on the heavy days