My Lover Had a Hot Girl Summer
My lover had a Hot Girl Summer. Working Hard and Pursuing Pleasure. She was not his and he was not mine. He climbed that picket fence ago see what he could find, Me. Watering the gardens at home while he swam in the Philippines.
Feeling alive and free ... and I... forgetting what that means. Depriving myself of pleasure, emotions and dreams, So that he could bath in fleeting bliss and enjoy the lust of his fantasies.
But now, the seasons changing -there the cold air breeze. His lover found another and now he's left on his knees, sad for loss, sad for their was nothing to gain But here I am waiting, here I will remain.
Summertime fun, adventure and thrill. Always leave room for winter to kill. Fall is my favorite season, the one where leaves change. I’m here watering my garden because here reason remains.
I am who I am, I’m not perfect. Not every man’s dream. But where you can find comfort safety is where you’ll find me.
Summertime has gone, I welcome my season with open arms. So will my lover when summer has left him all alone. He’ll know that pleasure is pain for that's all that remains. When your fucking because what’s baking at home is full with grains. Whole wheat, multi-grain, boring, undesired, tended to, kneeded, sugar on the pyre. Everything that's good for him his heart doesn't desire.
Suddenly home starts feeling great. He feels good about us, feels good about home. Can't wait to him all seeds I’ve sown in our garden. The one he rarely visits, one he may never taste the ripe fruit of, only because he misses the vacation he’s dreamed of his hot girl summer.
Fall is now the season. Its time to lust to logic and reason. To ask what was the purpose? What did you bring? What did you learn? How did you sing? With pain I felt or with the sin you dealt? Nothing else to do but make sure there’s somewhere you can return to. But now its just an illusion, Everything is dried up.
Fall maize, leaves, grain. Summer brings pleasure and pain. Sunburn and rain. Cuddle weather isn't for him because he doesn't want to be “restrained”. From belonging ro everyone and n one but everyone has everyone and he has no one.
Because I am the Fall, the cuddle, the season of change. But I guess this season won't be the same. It’s my season, here I will remain.
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