The Heat

The summer came quick, and hit like a brick.
I couldn't move without feeling sick
I tried to think, but the heat was too thick
I stayed up all night, till the clock turned six
Just paralyzed
Paralyzed
There's a dent in the bed in the place where you slept
It's the only thing left of yours that I kept — a shallow reminder I was out of my depth
While you never looked, I never leapt
I was paralyzed
always paralyzed.