Crematory - Summer turns to high

Mercury is rising still Turn the fan on high I won't step on my own shadowno one wants to cry.Someone put a pox on me I'll spit in their eye.Summer turns to high.With my bedsheet cape and sandalscircle citronella candles.Summer's here, the light is raisinghopes and dragonflies.If those hopes are overshadowedcotton candy, caramel apple.Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer turns to high,Summer high After wine and nectarinesthe fireflies and timemove like syrup through the eveningwith a sweet resign.I won't pine for what could have been -I'm preoccupied!Summer turns to high Summer turns to high Summer turns to high,Summer high