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Why aren't the metal people melting in this heat
Why am I still out here? It's because I can smell sand and salt
And the heat reminds me of summer
Although
I am questioning what in the world am I doing The birds chirping
The traffic
The anxiety It feels like a good day
For the beach and nothing else To get your feet burned in the sand
And the sharp feel of shark water But I'm here on an uncomfortable park bench
Made to look like a place to sit
Made to be uncomfortable So much for the brick and concrete, cars and calc I could have drove home and be arriving there now
But why would I want to be there Have I become one of the metal people
Just here watching the other people I guess not quite yet
Because I can feel the human slowly dripping from the pits