I thought I'd been weathering this storm quietly, but my friends have been the support beams through it all.

Silently stepping in to hold me up on the days I've lost the heart to do it myself.

The summer heat bores forever on, the iced cream man is hard at work.

As a kid I couldn't contain my excitement enough to savor the treat, id haphazardly  discard the wrapper and let it melt all over my hands while I ate it.


These days I eat mine in the shade, and try to catch every runny drop as it melts away.

Life was such a beautiful dream then.

I guess it still is really, quite a beautiful dream.

Its a toss up,
Its a potluck,

Its a wash out,
Its a cold shower,

An open wound,
And a clean bandage,

Its a great song,
Its a boring sermon,

Its a brand new day,
Its the same old ****,

Its a load of crap,
But its a beautiful thing.

Im still stuck inside the two way mirror,
Still staring at myself,
Still seeing nothing.