I died in the summer on TV

You died before you were ever born
Get over it
The free fall has finally begun
And
Time slows when it is used

The blade thirst when mouths are hungry
Get over it
Immortality is a coward's dream
And
I can almost taste my past lives on my tongue

I hate the summer
And
This has been the longest summer of my life
Get over it
I will find you where the TV and dreams become one and meet
And
I will make out with he storms on Jupiter