June Gloom

Junest of Glooms
Grey come too soon
Race up the edge
Fill up the room
Junest of Glooms

June bug in bloom
Born in the summer of ruin
Take up the bed
Fill up the womb
Junest of Glooms

Baby, holding a half smile
Right in the palm of her hand
Preaching, she don't understand
Reaching someone she don't have

Junest of Glooms
Grey come too soon
Heat stroke fiction
And a drum beat tune
Born in the summer of ruin

Built up quick
Lost too soon
Born in the summer of gloom



Credits
Writer(s): Tawnee Brendall
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