Midwest Summer

In the summer tryna sleep with the fan on Feet sandy from the street that I ran on Eat candy from the purse of my grandma I stand on holy ground sandals off right now Banjo in hand like my fave Sufjan Bands that we planned but we never made a song Feeling like the 2000's With a U2 tape I was elevated on In the summer tryna sleep with the fan on Grew my hair out long like a Samson Hot-headed gonna get it hot damn son But I play it cool keep my pants She said that I was handsome But this dancing is just dancing He told me I was pretty Loose tongue guess he drank some I roared like a fire and a camp song On and on and round and round Again again it goes Days and weeks and months and years Are passing as we grow Life is gonna give you lemons Maybe that's the fruit of heaven This time was fruitful This time was fruitful (scratch that) Blood thickens in the heat Sound of crickets bringing peace Of a mid-july Let my middle eye Override amygdala Eyes bigger than the big dipper But the sky is colored pink by the city lights You're leaning on my side think it's pretty nice On and on and round and round (this time was fruitful) Again again it goes (this time was fruitful) Days and weeks and months and years (this time was fruitful, fruitful) Are passing as we grow Life is gonna give you lemons (this time was fruitful) Maybe that's the fruit of heaven (this time was fruitful) On and on and round and round (this time was fruitful, it was fruitful) Again again it goes (fruitful, this time was fruitful) Days and weeks and months and years (this time was fruitful, this time was fruitful) Are passing as we grow (this time was fruitful) Life is gonna give you lemons Maybe that's the fruit of heaven This time was fruitful