AUGUST

I give

So much credit to the things that I miss

Like they could care about me

I never look back at things or at least I try to

While I tell my self to

Nerver forget the way I felt

Those late nights in august

The fog is calming it reminds me of rough days at home

A million hooks against my neck

You could call it future I can pretend

Now that I'm trying to make something out of this wreck