Fall in texas and the air was bittersweet
And the wind tried as much as it could
To alleviate the stale,
Hot air
It's October and in the 90s
I used to think the sun was my ally
Until this summer charred my outsides
Until the river that I loved ran dry
They say never give a name to a pet on a farm in case it dies
Well I named that river and I named it love
And I swam in it and drank it up.