I Was My Own Favorite TV Show the Summer My TV Broke - Julia Brown

They are coming now

Riding bikes behind my car

And no matter how fast I go

I can’t leave them behind

A spider pulled from your hair

A feeling that was never there

I stayed up last night

In fact, I never slept at all

On the drive home

Saw a glowing ball of light

Rising high above my car

I felt it brush against my cheek

And every summer day

I lost you a little more

Taking off my clothes

I am all alone