There’s a body floating in the pool, 
but it’s not mine. 
The road is closed for the week,
and I don’t know why.
The sun is starting to set,
for we’re running out of time. 
I spent most the day in my head,
yet I was riding my bike. 

Skin starts to burn
and heads start to shine.
Now it feels like I’m dying 
though at first it felt fine. 
Maybe I’ll be the next one floating, 
if you refer to the first line.