Song: Lets not Talk About Summer
Viewed: 43 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Hope For Fiasco
Year: 2017Viewed: 43 - Published at: 7 years ago
Summer, summer, summer was full of heat
You were my lungs and now I can't breathe
Summer nights bled through your fingertips
I still taste summer on your lips
We drove 'till sunset came
And my bed was empty in the morning
I still remember that parking lot
That day drinks were wasted on us
Listening to our songs
We were dancing all night, dancing all night
Summer, summer, summer was full of shit
You were my lungs and now I can't breathe
Take a look at what you've done to me
Take a good look, takе a good hard look
Lying sober on the bedroom floor
Thе way smoke lingered in our throats
We talked, we laughed, we cried our hearts out
We climbed the roof to see the sunrise
I don't regret the moments but I'm trying to forget
Goddamn I'm so beat up
Still I can't get enough of you
And I'm so sick of sleepless nights
When your voice rings clearly in my head
I press your letters to my lips
Now there's an empty space in my bed
Summer, summer was full of shit
Ah, fuck
Summer, summer, summer was full of shit
You were my lungs and now I can't breathe
Take a look at what you've done to me
Take a good look, take a good hard look
You were my lungs and now I can't breathe
Summer nights bled through your fingertips
I still taste summer on your lips
We drove 'till sunset came
And my bed was empty in the morning
I still remember that parking lot
That day drinks were wasted on us
Listening to our songs
We were dancing all night, dancing all night
Summer, summer, summer was full of shit
You were my lungs and now I can't breathe
Take a look at what you've done to me
Take a good look, takе a good hard look
Lying sober on the bedroom floor
Thе way smoke lingered in our throats
We talked, we laughed, we cried our hearts out
We climbed the roof to see the sunrise
I don't regret the moments but I'm trying to forget
Goddamn I'm so beat up
Still I can't get enough of you
And I'm so sick of sleepless nights
When your voice rings clearly in my head
I press your letters to my lips
Now there's an empty space in my bed
Summer, summer was full of shit
Ah, fuck
Summer, summer, summer was full of shit
You were my lungs and now I can't breathe
Take a look at what you've done to me
Take a good look, take a good hard look
( Hope For Fiasco )
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