The rain's not falling anymore,
we're too damn close the July's end.
It's hot; these sheets are snakes at my ankles,
as I sit her listening to the wind.
Every word you didn't speak
splinters against the drums of my ears.
Headache dances on my open eyes
just above my cheeks tattooed with tears.
Darling...are you leaving me?
Tied to the ground as you fly away?
Close my eyes as the colors slip
into welcoming shades of grey.
