August.
It just breaks your fucking heart, again and again.
I see all the signs of the season changing --shorter days, more crickets and cicadas at night, that heaviness in the air. It's like the whole world is sighing about how short the summer is.
It just breaks your fucking heart, again and again.
I see all the signs of the season changing --shorter days, more crickets and cicadas at night, that heaviness in the air. It's like the whole world is sighing about how short the summer is.
its like the world is finally saying, ok you beat me ... Im quitting.