H. Hawkline
Rainy Summer
Yeah today's one of those days when I just want to pop a balloon
Be the first one to wake up
Head full of crashing waves and dog-mouthed dunes

Misery guts hung out to dry
Got a mind as tidy as ice cubes
And I'm so far from sleep deprived
I'm an island in a saprophytic stew

Bed-ridden backstroke
By gone he goes out the door

This here
The summer
Creaks the rain slept in my pores

Such a rainy rainy summer
Rainy rainy summer
Rainy rainy summer
Rainy rainy summer

Riding naked on the floor like a myopic man looking for spectacles
I rеach out and scratch a shin
A shonky smile creases hеr skin
I'm so detestable
She's a river of soft spots
Has a wardrobe full of clothes that suited her

I've got a love-curl on my head that's circles slowly like the barren moons of Jupiter

Bed-ridden backstroke
By gone he goes out the door

This here
The summer
Creaks the rain slept in my pores

Such a rainy rainy summer
Rainy rainy summer
Rainy rainy summer
Rainy rainy summer

Rainy rainy summer (summer)
Rainy rainy summer (summer)
Rainy rainy summer (summer)
Rainy rainy summer (summer)

Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring summer back
Bring the summer back