Die In The Summertime

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals Colour my hair but the dye grows out I cant seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without running lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime The hole in my life even stains the soil My heart shrinks to barely a pulse A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle If you really care wash the feet of a beggar I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime I have crawled so far sideways I recognise dim traces of creation I wanna die, die in the summertime.