Christmas ornaments instead

Of Jack-o-lanterns on our heads

Water's well above our knees

I'll probably die before I freeze

And I can't remember where I am

Slice of heaven peeking through the cracks

And I won't go down without a fight

My knuckles turning white

I'll enjoy the golden summer sky

I've seen throughout my life

I'm slowly picking at my fries

A beetle stares me in the eyes

And there's a kingdom in the clouds

Where fools like us aren't allowed

And I know that I'll be leaving soon

Swear I'll see you by next harvest moon

And I think I know why I'm alive

An ironclad disguise

All the memories softly drifting by

And thoughts of key lime pie