I Was My Own Favorite T.V. Show the Summer My T.V. Broke

They are coming now
Riding bikes behind my car
And no matter how fast I go
I can't leave them behind
A spider pulled from your hair
A feeling that was never there
I stayed up last night
In fact I never sleep at all
And on the drive home
I saw a glowing ball of light
Rising high above my car
I felt it brush against my cheek
And every summer day
I lost you a little more
Taking off my clothes
I am all alone