Like a dog in heat staggers around,
like a comeback kid gets down…
Under the lights of a halogen display,
I am alive but only if you say
I am.

“I wanna go to heaven.
I wanna go…”

In a bathroom stall, you’re spilling the ink
on a sharpie gospel while the sink
is running a leg of the Boston marathon.
I came as soon as I could, but you were already gone.

I wanna go to heaven
with a bad word written on my wrist.
I wanna kill the summer
Like a comeback kid.
Let’s die, hot and holy,
like the ghost of your sister did.
I wanna kill the summer
like a comeback kid.

On the sun-soaked side
of a bedroom at dawn,
there’s a bird in the trees;
there’s a whisper and then a yawn.
Under the lights of a gasoline display,
I am alive but only if you say
I am.

I wanna go to heaven
with a bad word written on my wrist.
I wanna kill the summer
Like a comeback kid.
Let’s die, hot and holy,
like the ghost of your sister did.
I wanna kill the summer
like a comeback kid.

I wanna go…
I wanna go...