This August Day - Saint Asonia

I, I overthink, overanalyse

I try to draw straight every time

I’m always outside the lines

And I, I’m underworked, overqualified

They wanna walk me through the fire

I always find a place to hide

Everyone

I was wrong

Burn down

I turn away

The raging fire

This August day

Meltdown

I’m here to stay

The candle’s gone

This August day

I, I haven’t laid all my weapons down

I don’t really know where to run

I’m following the sound

And I, I undermine, over-glamorize

I catch myself every time

Burying the lies

Everyone

I was wrong

Burn down

I turn away

The raging fire

This August day

Meltdown

I’m here to stay

The candle’s gone

This August day

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

(My trail)

(My trail)

(My trail)

Burn down

I turn away

The raging fire

This August day

Meltdown

I’m here to stay

The candle’s gone

This August day

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m poring all the nightmares in my head

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail

I’m clawing at my trail