hell summer from hell summer by eddie

this heat sticks to my skin
in a way i wouldnt have thought possible
before i moved to this miserable city

and every drop of water bleeding from the showerhead boils
like my insides are pressed
against my alcoholic sweat

don’t ever leave me messages, i won’t check them
i’m too afraid they’ll sound less desperate than the ones i leave you

but you’re letting go

7 am is the only time i leave the apartment.
as the sun comes up all the streets turn into flypaper
wrapped up in a sheet with sion sono
singlehandedly supporting nabisco
with almost half of my paycheck

don’t ever leave me, messages we both went back on
it’s just memory loss that gives me less regrets than you.

but i’m letting go

the sun warms the body pillow next to me
and for the best split-second of my life
i wake up thinking you’re there

• Acoustic
• Richmond