one-hundred-forty-nine: “cold summer” by seabear.

catacombs. paris. 08 march 2013.

catacombs. paris. 08 march 2013.

Your teeth too big for your mouth.
Every summer we’d pull the stinger out.

Drinking like our parents did.
Drunk at the dance, I knew you hid.
Picture of her eyes under your skin.
She wasn’t old enough to let love in.

I can see your eyes turn blue.
I can see the weather changing you.
Cold summers, one after the other.
Got old fast, grew tired of each other.

Sleepless child.
Followed her
It’s getting harder to find it in me.
Bite my lip, fall asleep.
Your mouth, your mouth and me
Falling down
Filling, filling the empty.

She could sing to shipmen
I lay my eyes on you
down where we get lost
find your mouth and winter skin.
It’s getting harder to find it in me.
– fall asleep.
Your mouth, your mouth and me.
Falling down
Filling, filling the empty.

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