Worst Summer Ever

TRSH

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Bury my head in the sand
Beneath the casket
Of the clothes you laid them in

Let's marry them
And let our children roam
The fabric of a bad night
Where we yelled
The structure blurred

And burn the kids into their night gowns
Bathing with our open wounds
We have nothing left but our faces to touch

Under a mountain of pressure
To find my way back and be someone better

This home is a maze that I lost myself in
We let our brokеn arms carry us to Ohio
All the way past our dead sisters housе
As the blood from our mouths swallows us

So let's follow it back home
With no sense of direction
Tripping over ourself and the lovers we knew
It's been the worst summer ever
With your funeral coming up
And how I can't believe that I got the day off