South For The Summer
Slowing your burns running from end to end
I replace it all after to do it all over again
I took a piece when it was just embers
And watched it go out as if it never mattered to me
And I called it progress, a north pointing compass
Needle straying off the line when I'm convinced I deserve it
Followed a pattern I always repeat
I'm sorry I'm making things harder for me

Head in a hole

Mel, you're moving on south for the summer
With you headed down it's been pulling me under
Taking my time coming up for air wondering
If I'll be less of myself when you get there
We used to talk. I forgot what about
But I remember the drive home from your house
Your head in your forearm, some words in your mouth
I couldn't hear you then, and I know it's too late, but I'm listening now

Head in a hole
All that's left of you detaches and blows away
It'll never come back again. Wish it would stay
Miss who you were, tell me it's okay
I regret who I was, but there are parts that I miss everyday
You're holding your hand out, and touching my face
And I thought I felt better, but it was just a phase
I should do it for myself. I know I should change
Until the wind whips me around again and into the lake

Head in a hole
Head in a

I regret who I was, but there are parts that I miss everyday