Heat Wave - Diarrhea Planet

Weighted down by the heat wave

Not the kind that’s heavy but the kind that sticks to your throat

So stuck in this kind of thinking

A constant conversation storm, then sitting at home

Get off of my ass when you can be there still

I don’t give a shit and I know that you don’t care

But I really wish that you were here still riding over bodies

Skimming over flesh into the edges of the unknown

You should know that I’d be glad to have you here

With all of us no need to say anything

And I’m so sorry for the words I did not speak

When you were up all night with your mind racing

I’m furious with the splinter in my brain

That won’t let me share what I’m feeling

And you can tell I’ve got demons dragging me down

So please come out I can’t stand all of this waiting