summer is whore

Forgive me for bringing the summer early. I thought I wanted it but now I miss the winter. Forgive me winter for leaving you. I didn't mean it when I called you a whore. Summer is a whore. What I have left now is autumn. She loves me but she doesn't know me. Listen, she hasn't met me. I come home to whiskey and she kiss
es me deeply. Each day that bullet don't hit me, it's nice. That fucking wind, in the mountains, it's you, winter. Keep on screaming fucker. I miss my records.