You used to tell me these things, too
Tender when you want to be

Showed up to Church for confession in the morning
Boy, was it uneventful

Showed you quite a bit of what I fear
It's the season in July every year
Children in swings, no rules to adhere
Crack open a case of your man's favorite beer
It's the lack of control in the atmosphere
Handing responsibility to the puppeteer
So far so good, I'm honest, being sincere
But it will happen again this time next year
Until September will I reappear
It's just this time I least persevere  
Showed you quite a bit of what I fear
Thought I had made it pretty clear

Your mother says you're insane
and I don't have much to say
but you keep me sane for a renegade.

And I'm getting older
feeding ramen to my brain
and I oughta be ashamed of myself for not running faster
for not running ahead

I wish I was drowning to accompany the mortuary feeling when I think of you and everything you've secretly been doing
But I really want to drown you first

The parts I love about you are the ones I have invented
like when you kissed my floor and left unscented