i think i’d better stay at home tonight
summer air and reddest wine, i’m oh so tired
of seeing you every time they light me afire
and i don’t think these city streets
will remember how to comfort me this time
(not when you’re still not mine)

i’ve mastered rain and weathered smiles
called you mine and told you lies
so stay away, tonight
it’s far too hot for tears and tries
and we’re so young, still breaking dreams
we’ve yet to want to realize

and truth be told,
august just drains me so
like a flattened kite with a wounded line
all color-splattered sidewalk sighs
oh wish i may and wish i might
i’m window-pressed and still