June 14
It was the first damn day of the summer of 18
I couldn't fucking wait to just to see your fucking face
And i really want to know what you mean by let's stay friends and have weird dreams
I know I know I won't get anywhere
But I can't wait to see where it gets from and if I play my cards right
I'll get to kiss her but if i don't then i'll fucking miss her
Waste away all my summer days with you cuz i just want to lie with you
And if i can't have you i don't know what i do walking home with my dead iphone
I'm all alone wishing it was still today oh how i want to be wasting away with you
It was the first damn time we have kissed in a week
And i really fucking hope that i lips will meet again maybe by the beach in the wet hot summer heat
But if the phone doesn't ring that don't mean anything it just means
That forever only lasts until my brave little acolyte is done with her song but fuck it's only 5 minutes long
I'm walking out the back door she's walking up the stairs oh how i want
To run my hands through your wet hot summer hair
You need to find a safe place
A place to call your own
And if you'd let me hold you
My arms will be your home
I couldn't fucking wait to just to see your fucking face
And i really want to know what you mean by let's stay friends and have weird dreams
I know I know I won't get anywhere
But I can't wait to see where it gets from and if I play my cards right
I'll get to kiss her but if i don't then i'll fucking miss her
Waste away all my summer days with you cuz i just want to lie with you
And if i can't have you i don't know what i do walking home with my dead iphone
I'm all alone wishing it was still today oh how i want to be wasting away with you
It was the first damn time we have kissed in a week
And i really fucking hope that i lips will meet again maybe by the beach in the wet hot summer heat
But if the phone doesn't ring that don't mean anything it just means
That forever only lasts until my brave little acolyte is done with her song but fuck it's only 5 minutes long
I'm walking out the back door she's walking up the stairs oh how i want
To run my hands through your wet hot summer hair
You need to find a safe place
A place to call your own
And if you'd let me hold you
My arms will be your home
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Writer(s): Michael Bell
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