Wake Me Up When September Starts

Wake me up
when September starts.
Oh, it already did?
I hid my heart
inside the heat of summer
and it boiled away -
vapourised like the ash
of promises we held that day.
Cupped in my hand and sprinkled into yours,
we unlocked windows and we
fastened doors.
Escaped our fates with torn
strips and knotted bedsheets.
Run away, run away,
your parents are not the enemy,
but I know what they’ll say.
I’m older than you and I’ve
lived more than once.
Naïveté is no longer my friend,
I painted my colours to my shield and sharpened
my lance.
But I’m heartless, babe, you shouldn’t
let yourself be drawn in. Spiders wait
and I’m more patient with my silken thread,
I’m ancient, this body is not representative
of how I’ve lived.
Girls always think they can change boys but it’s
too late for me, go back, go back,
I’m begging thee.