and when they ask what August felt like I'll say sweet like the taste of her skin after she's peeled it off mine pheromone highs and monarch butterflies because everything beautiful is endangered protecting my open heart because everything beautiful is in danger and when they ask if the love was ever real I'll say yes like looking through a window only to discover it's a mirror fantasy highs and a person idealized because everything beautiful is disillusioned questioning my open heart because everything beautiful is an illusion meet me in September