Another weekend comes to an end

I hear the summer's getting ready for bed

Makes my heart want to vomit, feel it swelling up

And now nostalgia's come barreling in

All the creatures know just where to go

Start preparing as it starts to get cold

I can't seem to locate the flow

Not so smart when I'm lying alone

And so I search my thoughts so carefully

Still they bend

And now I feel guilty feeling this way

Guess I just crave some form of movement

The canary's about to die

It's a sign

Something poisonous leaking inside

But these tendrils are wrapped too tight

There's no slipping away

Just keep wishing on dandelions until they've gone extinct

Not enough time to waste

You can't wish your way out