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August is the Sunday of summer

August is the Sunday of summer

I wish we could keep the sun forever

I wish that we could stay together,

but August is the Sunday of summer

 

I cannot stand to know you're leaving

My biggest gripe with life is that it

leaves me with no breath

There's nothing we can say now

because without summer there's

nothing left

 

All we have are skeletons of July

Rain soaked memories of June

The dreadful ending of August

 

August is the Sunday of summer

the month that murders lovers

the month that suffocates and smothers

August is the Sunday of summer

 

I imagine you'll find someone better

someone who can actually hold your bad weather

instead of pulling out their umbrella

 

All i have are broken memories of June

laying in your back yard laughing up at the sun

You are the broken bits of stars

falling back towards the world

And i am just a broken girl

still falling for you

 

August is the Sunday of summer

I wish we could turn the hour glass over

I wish that i could hold you closer

But August is the Sunday of summer

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