Scorched !
(Alright you made it)
This summer
I'm sober
No one's as down as you are
Just wanna
Feel younger
When all my days are over
This summer
No other
Did you hold back I wonder
I'm starting
To rupture
From all the stress I'm under
(It's not that serious dude)
(You just gotta keep your head up)
I waste the week trying to find
Where I went wrong and where I went right
And I'll tell you things you don't wanna hear
Am I not clear
Am I not clear
I'm in control but I'm going fast
And no I'm not first but I'm never last
This sunburn's painted on my skin
But I'll hit the beach and get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
This summer
I'm sober
No one's as down as you are
Just wanna
Feel younger
When all my days are over
This summer
No other
Did you hold back I wonder
I'm starting
To rupture
From all the stress I'm under
Well this summer's never gonna last
And when I go I'm not coming back
Pull up a chair and sit next to you
Cause I hate it here but I love the view
And I've got straight butane on my mind
Take time to look and tell me what you find
You said all good things had to end
So I'll strike the match and get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
This summer
I'm sober
No one's as down as you are
Just wanna
Feel younger
When all my days are over
This summer
No other
Did you hold back I wonder
I'm starting
To rupture
From all the stress I'm under
(It's not that serious dude)
(You just gotta keep your head up)
I waste the week trying to find
Where I went wrong and where I went right
And I'll tell you things you don't wanna hear
Am I not clear
Am I not clear
I'm in control but I'm going fast
And no I'm not first but I'm never last
This sunburn's painted on my skin
But I'll hit the beach and get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
This summer
I'm sober
No one's as down as you are
Just wanna
Feel younger
When all my days are over
This summer
No other
Did you hold back I wonder
I'm starting
To rupture
From all the stress I'm under
Well this summer's never gonna last
And when I go I'm not coming back
Pull up a chair and sit next to you
Cause I hate it here but I love the view
And I've got straight butane on my mind
Take time to look and tell me what you find
You said all good things had to end
So I'll strike the match and get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
I'll get burnt again
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Writer(s): Liam Brock
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