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Indian summer, how much more can I
I'm for the heat to break
My is parched, my skin is red
Fan on my face in a sweat-soaked bed

Fall is a daydream from when I was
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
and kisses beneath 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 streets got
Gave me some new book to
Sayin' I hope you find what you
And like that we're the broken-hearted
Just that my fever started

And the green grass turned to
The sky with a haze
We we wanted freedom
But what we got were these dog
And our hearts are lazy
Sipping a stranger's kiss
Begging for a
take anything we can get

Labor Day weekend, 90
A bottle of beer between my
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways
He's not the to ask me to dance
Not the type to hold my
But he played in some famous band
An empty pool, we take a dive
We leave party for a drive

But his are like sandpaper
His eyes are dark and
Months of dehydration have really taken their
And our tangled tighten
As we're out and in
He before the traffic
And I'm up again

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

And I'm frustrated
About the air hangs around
around my apartment
I can't cool

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