June

It was late summer I guess

The quiet before it all started to wither and die

Before one more became one with less

Testing testing is this thing on I

Lie where they lay coming about on the blatant account of a

Hmm, I suppose it was a legal entanglement

Envisioning that magic moment with fireworks and candlelight dinners

When it was most likely to be simply an opportunistic agree that precipitated me

That ten second moment of bliss

Moments later to be forgotten forever

Leaving a beautiful ugly scar

Sure enough, Nine months later there I are

Boy! Boy! Boy I tell you my older sister was eight so It had legit been a minute

The apple of my fathers’ eyes

Filling up sound starved rooms with infantile cries

Foreshadowed emotional spillover from the time I traveled time’s goodbyes

Spewed into existence without giving the slightest consent

No better reason to aggressively weep

Heaven is when one is obsolete

Wondering why I now have a raging heartbeat

Ba Boom, Ba Boom

Ba Boom, Ba Boom

I have no choice but in life to resume

Massa’s going to make me shoulder it all alone soon

Ba Boom, Ba Boom

Ba Boom, Ba Boom

Oh to never have made it into the womb

To have never heard of a month called June

Ba Boom, Ba Boom

There would be no gloom

No gone too soon

No infinite doom

Ba Boom

No Cried filled rooms

Ba Boom

No unpredictable tunes

Just quiet

Just peace

Everything would just,

Cease.

It was late summer I guess

Before the flowers lost their bloom

The quiet before it all started to wither and die

Emerged that horrifying sound that would be I

Ba Boom, Ba Boom