It is August already
Another year slips through my fingers
Where has the time gone?
I'm still trying to reassemble it back together

I almost forgot your birthday
But at night you float into my bedroom
It's impossible not miss you
When your magic soars across the stars

The sirens remind me of a nightmare
You were always an emergency
White cats and baseball bats
Grunge shirts on a broken boy to cheap to pay full price

Your moms apartment was scented with cigarettes
We drank coffee just to stay awake
You spoke riddles just for conversation
And walked with your hands in your pocket

I danced to keep a smile on your face
Payed the bills and cooked you dinner
But simplicity wasn't your style
So you threw out the window