Summer of the Gun - Foxes In Fiction

Now that you know

Do you feel safe hidden in plain sight?

Extend the hand I thought I would follow

Cum-soaked cracked concrete, the summer of the gun

His voice had a short moment of echo

With a promise that burrowed inside me

And like an echo, it took a while to fade

As he tried to guess my age

Fragile worlds worldbuilding, I’ll meet you there

It’s softer seasons fade, you’ll feel it in the air

And all of that feedback you have in your ear

Blurs out all memory of each blurred out year

Me and you won’t speak again

Still tell yourself I’ll always be your friend

Northbound, east side

And did it feel safe keeping a veiled life?

A living conflagration is throwing my shadow

Now burned into pavement, the summer was not done

Asks me softly, «What brought you to these ends?»

«It gives me back a part of me I’ve lost»

Then hands me all that I asked for

Eyes cast low and says I’m worth more

(I felt the sun come through the drugstore window

In softer seasons, your bruises all clear

And even if I change, I don’t think you’d know

A softer season that lasts for a year)

Me and you won’t speak again

Still tell yourself I’ll always be your friend

The leaves will fall slow, unobserved

And I’ll be strong, I’m strong here in this world