It’s August and the big fat sun
Hangs in the sky.
It seems to be taunting me,
and I just want to cry.
Summer’s almost done;
thank god, it’s felt so long.
I just crave October,
when will it come along?
Born in Lion season,
though I feel more like a mouse.
So emotionally timid,
I’d rather hide in the house.
The sun’s streaming through the window,
taunting me still.
But I’ll stay put til October comes
with it’s familiar chill.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
It’s August and the big fat sun
Hangs in the sky.
It seems to be taunting me,
and I just want to cry.
Summer’s almost done;
thank god, it’s felt so long.
I just crave October,
when will it come along?
Born in Lion season,
though I feel more like a mouse.
So emotionally timid,
I’d rather hide in the house.
The sun’s streaming through the window,
taunting me still.
But I’ll stay put til October comes
with it’s familiar chill.
