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Indian summer, how much can I take?
I'm begging for the to break
My throat is parched, my is red
Fan blowin' on my face in a bed

is a daydream from when I was young
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
Crickets and kisses the moon
Sneaking to my bedroom

If I could take just one thing
I'd rewind to the day of spring
You held my hand and squeezed it
We walked until the got dark
Gave me some new book to
Sayin' I you find what you need
And just that we're the broken-hearted
Just that my fever started

And the green turned to sand
The sky with a haze
We thought we freedom
But what we got these dog days
And our lonely are lazy
Sipping a stranger's kiss
for a body
We'll take we can get

Day weekend, 90 degrees
A bottle of beer my knees
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
not the type to ask me to dance
Not the type to my hand
But he once played in some band
An empty pool, we take a dive
We leave party for a drive

But his hands are sandpaper
His are dark and dull
of dehydration have really taken their toll
And our torsos tighten
As we're out and in
He leaves before the
And I'm burning up

And I'm angry he leaves me
I love, they me not
to my temples
I'm so hot

And I'm forever
the air that hangs around
Waftin' my apartment
I can't down

Indian summer, how much more can I
waiting for...
The heat to