Long Hot Summer

I've been slipping up
Tripping up
Saying things that were a
Little bit wrong
I can't edit myself
Wanna bury myself
But nothing feels so easy right now when

I miss the summertime
And I miss lying by the poolside

48 minutes from now I'll be down off that train
Stepping into his arms and feeling sane again
So I loved him for the weekend
Feels like a holiday
Let my thoughts slip away
World revolves around his face For now

I've been slipping up
Tripping up
Saying things that were a
Little bit wrong
I can't edit myself
Wanna bury myself
But nothing feels so easy right now when

I miss the summertime
And I miss lying by the poolside

These days I cling to 80s songs
To drown the whistle of the bombs
Sing rhymes I heard when I was young
That men record and profit from
So tear my skin and patch it up
For all of time we've called it love
And get me drunk to scrub my brain
Of girls with guns when we're to blame



Credits
Writer(s): Rick M M Bouwkamp, Isobel Hambleton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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