Let Babylon Burn - Summer Love Moved On

Mm
Some summers leave the calendar
But nah leave the skin
June had both hands on the room
Too hot to move from the couch
A peach sweating on the counter, knife still clean beside it
Your bare heel against my leg
Them fine little hairs on your arm turning gold in the light
Yuh said
“Don't make plans tonight.” so
I didn't
Back then tonight felt big enough
Salt on your shoulder
Sand in the sheets
Your mouth tasting like sea and something sweet
Mi never thought about september