indian summer how much more can i take i m begging for the heat to break my throat is parched my skin is red fan blowing on my face in a sweat soaked bed fall is a daydream from when i was young backpacks bonfires cool in the sun crickets and kisses beneath the moon sneaking upstairs to my bedroom if i could take back just one thing i d rewind to the last day of spring you held my hand and squeezed it hard we walked until the streets got dark gave me some new book to read sayin i hope you find what you need and just like that we re the broken hearted just like that my fever started and the green grass turned to sand the sky filled with a haze we thought we wanted freedom but what we got were these dog days and our lonely hearts are lazy sipping a stranger s salty kiss begging for a body we ll take anything we can get labor day weekend 90 degrees a bottle of beer between my knees a smoke a sigh a sideways glance he s not the type to ask me to dance not the type to hold my hand but he once played in some famous band an empty pool we both take a dive we leave that party for a drive  but his hands are like sandpaper his eyes are dark and dull months of dehydration have really taken their toll and our tangled torsos tighten as we re moving out and in he leaves before the traffic and i m burning up again and i m angry when he leaves me i love they love me not popsicle to my temples i m so fucking hot and i m frustrated forever about the air that hangs around wafting around my apartment i can t cool down indian summer how much more can i take just waiting for the heat to break1