The right side of the bed on the wrong side of the city
The trees have lost their colour and I'm still waking up sticky
Ruin my tea with ice cubes, try not to think about you
But I can't look outside without wondering if you are too
I can't find hope in mystery, I try horoscopes in magazines
They read more and more like science when it says you're missing me
But the phone lines hang with cobwebs and she's right where I should be
When I see you in hell, will you act like you don't know me?
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you just to hang up
Burn your clothes that I still wear but you wouldn't even care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer only burns
I tried walking in your shoes, they were much too small for me
And I'm no better knowing your perspective hurts my feet
I fought fire with fire, you tanned like you flew south
I never blew that candle out, now it's burning down my house
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you just to hang up
Burn your clothes that I still wear but you wouldn't even care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer only burns
I drink a little more poison, it tastes like fuel
I hold both my eyes open, they roll back still
Into peach flavoured chapstick
I am, I am your fingertips
Goddamn, goddamn I'm born again
Back from the dead, inside my head
I'm still there in your apartment
I still sign your name with hearts
"Forever's not enough" you'd swear
But you moved out and I'm still there
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you, please don't hang up
Burn the clothes I shouldn't wear, I know it's just me who'd care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer f*cking burns
Athena Nadalin - indian summer Lyrics
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The right side of the bed on the wrong side of the city
The trees have lost their colour and I'm still waking up sticky
Ruin my tea with ice cubes, try not to think about you
But I can't look outside without wondering if you are too
I can't find hope in mystery, I try horoscopes in magazines
They read more and more like science when it says you're missing me
But the phone lines hang with cobwebs and she's right where I should be
When I see you in hell, will you act like you don't know me?
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you just to hang up
Burn your clothes that I still wear but you wouldn't even care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer only burns
I tried walking in your shoes, they were much too small for me
And I'm no better knowing your perspective hurts my feet
I fought fire with fire, you tanned like you flew south
I never blew that candle out, now it's burning down my house
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you just to hang up
Burn your clothes that I still wear but you wouldn't even care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer only burns
I drink a little more poison, it tastes like fuel
I hold both my eyes open, they roll back still
Into peach flavoured chapstick
I am, I am your fingertips
Goddamn, goddamn I'm born again
Back from the dead, inside my head
I'm still there in your apartment
I still sign your name with hearts
"Forever's not enough" you'd swear
But you moved out and I'm still there
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you, please don't hang up
Burn the clothes I shouldn't wear, I know it's just me who'd care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer f*cking burns
The trees have lost their colour and I'm still waking up sticky
Ruin my tea with ice cubes, try not to think about you
But I can't look outside without wondering if you are too
I can't find hope in mystery, I try horoscopes in magazines
They read more and more like science when it says you're missing me
But the phone lines hang with cobwebs and she's right where I should be
When I see you in hell, will you act like you don't know me?
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you just to hang up
Burn your clothes that I still wear but you wouldn't even care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer only burns
I tried walking in your shoes, they were much too small for me
And I'm no better knowing your perspective hurts my feet
I fought fire with fire, you tanned like you flew south
I never blew that candle out, now it's burning down my house
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you just to hang up
Burn your clothes that I still wear but you wouldn't even care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer only burns
I drink a little more poison, it tastes like fuel
I hold both my eyes open, they roll back still
Into peach flavoured chapstick
I am, I am your fingertips
Goddamn, goddamn I'm born again
Back from the dead, inside my head
I'm still there in your apartment
I still sign your name with hearts
"Forever's not enough" you'd swear
But you moved out and I'm still there
I'm gonna use it, an excuse to get drunk
I'll call you, please don't hang up
Burn the clothes I shouldn't wear, I know it's just me who'd care
I've taken bullets, this is worse
You're taking off her miniskirt
I'm sweating in your sweatshirt
This Indian summer f*cking burns
Writer: Athena Nadalin
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