Why don't you tell me your name?
Why don't you tell me about your day?
And all next week it looks like rain
Oh, the mess that I made.
Why don't you tell me what you're thinking? 
Well, I've been thinking about going swimming. 
Night is heavy and the day birds din 
and the mess that I'm in,
the mess that I'm in.

June feels like September 
September feels like January
and January feels like yesterday 
but it's almost August, anyway.
The afternoons are like seasons. 
It's just a certain way that I've been feeling 
and I know it needs not rhyme or reason 
but it's not my love from which you're shielded. 

The lines between your eyes 
are like chemtrails in an evening sky 
and I've always been too good at saying goodbye 
and making all my truths lies.
Making all my truths lies. 

Could you be my confidant? 
Could you maybe be my friend?
Could I be your beginning, honey
and could I be your end? 
So why don't you tell me your name?
Why don't you tell me about your day?
All that's left is late summer rain 
and the mess that I made,
the mess that I made.

almost August (demo)

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almost August (demo)

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