It was the summer of broken glass
Black fingernails and white bedsheets
Tucking ourselves away from the summer heat
You'd count my freckles
And braid my dirty hair
But now all I get from you is
Just a filthy glare
It was the summer of broken glass
A thorn in the finger of my past
We used to lay out on the summer grass
Now it's just a crack in the sidewalk of my past
How long would we last?
Only God knows all
So quit trying to proove yourself
You're always wrong
I can't believe we were so wrong
Our past was like a skipping song
Sitting on the roots of the willow tree
I remember you asked if you could kiss me
It started to rain and we started to laugh
We always soaked up the after math
You'd put your hands inside my shirt
We'd sit like that in the drifting dirt
The rain was hard, your voice was soft
The rain soaked your wings like a dying moth
There was quicksilver in my hair
We closed our eyes and said a prayer
Never again will we hold hands
We used to dream of exotic lands
Puddles of mud were our beds
Close your eyes, lay down your sweet head
Fire flys became our friends
Like angels they'd make sure we weren't dead
Sometimes I fooled them, you did too
I felt like taking your breath from you
And put it in a music box,
swallow the key and seal the lock.
Forever shall it sit on my shelf
What do you know, you're just yourself
Break off a chipped piece for me
Only then shall I give you the key
It was the summer of broken glass.