Cumbersome

In the midst of a suicide summer
I crawled into your womb
Inside your tissue center
I filled my head with glue
Love comes for the young and helpless
She comes for the lucky few
Elsewhere, I can't stop dreaming
A place on earth with you

At the end of a suicide summer
I crawled out from your whom
Outside your flesh-filled center
I spat out all your glue
Death comes for the old and weakened
He comes for the lucky few
Hell's where I can't stop dreaming
A place on earth with you
I don't wanna be a bummer
I don't wanna come too soon
At the end of a suicide summer
You drain everyone around you

Spinning from your loom I felt a thread
Take me back to nothing in my head
Funny where a dog will make his bed

Can you feel it coming closer?
The end of the summer's colder