Blinker from Torture by Torture

how’d we cram an entire summer
into the middle of april
i wonder if i'll ever get used to it
the beautiful open rotting heat
and how it eats

it makes me wanna lay down
and let the tall lights have their way with me
fourth of july
leaving my socks on the beach
as a last-ditch offering
to the ocean in a plea for irony
maybe the coming and the going
need to be quick when the meaning starts showing
i can feel it grow
it's growing

otherwise
us humans will start to get greedy
flirting with the impossible glow of longevity
but can you blame me?
can you blame me.

otherwise
all of that aside
i guess what's inside
is that i feel

my heart and its beating like that car blinker
i can feel it pulling signaling hard on my left side
and you sweat so much in your sleep
i thought you had caught the fever and turned on your right side to say goodbye before you died

i wish your photosynthetic reliance on the sun wasn’t so strong
but i’m just jealous that something so bright could inspire a drive that long
and more accurately i wish i could handle the warm bright all over me too
so i could have ridden shotgun at least for a while with you

and to be honest i wish you wouldn’t talk about aliens so much
cause i know they’re gonna come back and take you home
and won’t have an address to keep in touch
but regardless of where you go
i wanna go
so i guess ill see you soon
i know ill see you i guess ill see you
i hope i see you

• Ambient
• Seattle