They'll be no more

Sweat soaked sweaters

I'll let my scars

Brush the breeze

And by the 

Twenty fifth of December 

It will be month Fourteen

 

So as my scars 

Fade to white

I won't be scared 

To show them the light

I'll have a short sleeve summer

I'll finally be free

 

This is not to say that

There'll be no more hoodies

Just that short sleeves 

Will no longer be

The enemy 

 

So as it comes to summer

I will not overheat 

I will go outside 

Without my safety sleeves