hide away

"hide away"

when the summer comes,
hide behind your trees
and i'll play along
over and over
buried in crimson,
or clover.

time can pass,
and so will you,
we'll all be caving in too.

the dirt stain on your hands
are not as permanent as you'd like to think
and someday, you will finally see
darkness means nothing
when you dwell inside my head.

summer ends, and all your trees
end up on fire.