Last Days in August - The Orwells

I’d like to be

Closer to you

Outside your doorstep

Somewhere with a view

I’m digging in the backyard

With a bee sting in my arm

And ill meet you if they let me

But I promised I wouldn’t go far

Sick of the sweet summer breeze

Always ending in dead autumn leaves

I’m sorry I’m a let down

I’ve scraped both my knees

I got dirt inside my nails

And my brains in a freeze

Oh Mayra come find me

I’m hiding in the tree

With the dead trunk

And the red leaves

And I’m counting to three

Oh Mayra

Sick of the sweet summer breeze

Always ending in dead autumn leaves

Oh

Sick of the sweet summer breeze

Oh

Ending in dead autumn leaves