When summer began, nthe thunderstorms came.nWeren't we made invincible?nThe skin that we sleep in,ndreams that we see.nThen everything became unbreakable.nAnd so in our minds there, nthere was more time to, nto make the best of us.nBut when we went back to reclaim our lives, nwe were denied.nThe day had run out of light.nnSo how will we sleep when, nwhen they come back, nwhen they come back to finish us?nAnd what will it mean when, nwhen we reach, nwhen we reach the end of us?nBecause when we die there, nthere will be more just, nmore just like all of us.nAnd when our ghosts return, nbackwards in time to relive our lives, nthey might forget what to do.