Song Of The Summer Lyrics

I keep the lights on

To tell myself I'm home

A home built from the bones

Of father and mother

I hope rhat sex tastes like sangria

Cause I miss one and not the other

Cause I need to cut my hair again

Ready for a hot boy summer

If you see my doppelganger

Remember to give him your number

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

Buried in long nights under covers I'm filthy

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

All wide-eyed and Catholic guilty

I read the Testaments

To feel something permanent

A different kind of discontent

At least once I had a purpose

I hope God doesn't need my services

Cause I no longer believe that I am worthy

Cause I need to cut my hair again

Ready for a hot boy summer

If you see my doppelganger

Remember to give him your number

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

Buried in long nights under covers I'm filthy

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

All wide-eyed and Catholic guilty

And the very thing that always felt the most appealing

Is trying to escape my own mind enhancing each one of my feelings

And the very thing that would make each one of my days

Is having the whole world in my hands and throwing it away

Cause I need to cut my hair again

Ready for a hot boy summer

If you see my doppelganger

Remember to give him your number

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

Buried in long nights under covers I'm filthy

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

All wide-eyed and Catholic guilty

Cause I need to cut my hair again

Ready for a hot boy summer

If you see my doppelganger

Remember to give him your number

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

Buried in long nights under covers I'm filthy

Cause I couldn't be what you wanted me to be

All wide-eyed and Catholic guilty