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

Fall is a daydream from I was young
Backpacks, bonfires, in the sun
and kisses beneath the moon
Sneaking upstairs to my

If I take back just one thing
I'd to the last day of spring
You my hand and squeezed it hard
We walked until the streets got
Gave me new book to read
Sayin' I hope you what you need
And just that we're the broken-hearted
Just like that my started

And the green turned to sand
The sky with a haze
We thought we wanted
But what we got were dog days
And our lonely hearts are
Sipping a salty kiss
for a body
We'll anything we can get

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

But his hands are sandpaper
His are dark and dull
Months of dehydration have really taken toll
And our tangled tighten
As we're out and in
He leaves the traffic
And I'm up again

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

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

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