August feels like a joke
Like a text you can't write
A call to your mom
Like rot in your stomach
It's that burning in your throat
In the bathroom on your hands and knees
Like lighter fluid on your clothes
Conversations with your head underwater
Like nothings sharp
Friends just out of reach
Laying right around the corner
Like they're playing hide and seek
Like they'll come out from their rooms
Like you just have to wait
Just a little bit longer
Like they didn't lose their son,
Like they didn't lose their daughter
You could pull the wheel and tip
Closing your eyes on the highway
In silence for the whole ride home
Like coming down from a bad trip
Like staying up for 48 hours
It's planning your escape
It's hoping you get hit
It feels like crying so hard you laugh
Like waiting all night to sleep
A timer ticking
Like you're a bomb
Like catching glimpses in stranger they'll never meet