Hot and Cold of It

I'm crawling in the dirt With crushed flowers in my shirt In the middle of the night What a tragic sight It's all My fault I'm breaking my own balls We're together on the roof And I just don't wanna move We're in each others arms Easing each others harms I think I love you Or at least that just feels true Get cut off by a truck You start screaming f*ck I will crash this car I can't control my arms We could be eating asphalt But at least it's not your fault How else can I feel After you say I hate you? I know you don't mean it But it still hurts just a bit I know that you really Hate yourself Toes in the sand Excursion was unplanned I dip my toes in the surf The waters so cold that it hurts Where are My friends? They're somewhere on dry land Diving under the reflected night sky Tonight I think I might die I don't care if you tell me you love me I'm already well into my recovery It had already begun, but you unfolded it And that's just the hot and cold of it