its hot
the sound of the AC is
tink
tink
tink
crinkle
like winter snow under my boot
in july
im not cold
im not
cold
cold
cold
if the heat wont stop
i will
cold
stop
if you could here it
would you think the same
hear
wondering this makes me smile
but not that smile
its bitter
cold
stop
i tell myself, but
i wont because i cant
stop
cold
so i sit and listen to the
tink tink
crinkle
tink
and wonder what you are thinking
cold
stop
and because i cant
you will do it for me
stop
cold
tink
me
you
nothing and everything is gone
and where that makes any difference i cant see
stop
cold
stopped cold
gone