Charli O taught me the heat is a lie The moon doesn’t melt if you look her in the eye Ice in my veins, holy water in a flask We don’t do sunsets, we outlast the blast

So put on the boots, ignore the sweat, and let the cicadas sing your intro. This summer belongs to the shadows.

Black t-shirt, sun on the back of my neck Lace tearing slow on a splintered porch deck You want a bikini? I’ll give you a sigh Goth girl summer — we bloom when we die