Summer Brings You Closer To Satan

Summer was singing 'dreams' and '…loving fun'
Summer was singing both their words at once
Summer was seeing her past loves
Showing up on our table bottled up
I said 'you shouldn't call it a vision quest
Just cause you haven't eaten dinner yet'
You wanted your tile ceiling
To not be what you're seeing
Waking up
I wanted my nerved head
To be a different head
Waking up

Woke up expecting your eyes to be there
Instead I saw teeth of some demon in your hair
And maybe if this bed could talk
I think it'd say to get the fuck off
Is it easy to be honest
When you're always feeling godless?
Or is it hard to hear a conscience
When the ringing isn't stopping?
And when you want your tile ceiling
To not be what you're seeing
Waking up
I wanted my nerved head
To be a different head
Waking up

We're just like a track sprinter
We'll run until we get injured
We're just like a mirage
Find drink and then we're long gone
We're just like a first chapter
We'll do all the explaining after
We're just like your apartment
We'll end right back where we started from

You wanted your tile ceiling
You wanted floors and beaming
Up in flames and to go unrecognizable