Interlude

My body doesn't feel like my body
My skin doesn't sit right
Lick my lips, feel the kiss of the cold wind
Skipping cracks in the pavement
Couldn't handle seven years of bad luck again

Another penny in the pocket of the big man
Another day lost to someone else's great plan
Another way in which I can't seem to get my head screwed on right

I've been dreaming of the summertime
The kind you lose when you hit 25
Full of blank slates and great debates
And kissing strangers in the moonlight
Oh I just wanna write songs in the summertime
Just wanna find a way not to waste my life



Credits
Writer(s): Isobel Hambleton
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