cruel summer

The Maine

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it

Killing me slow, out the window
I m always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn t kill me makes me want you more

And it s new, the shape of your body
It s blue, the feeling I ve got
And it s ooh, woah-oh
It s a cruel summer
It s cool, that s what I tell em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, woah-oh
It s a cruel summer with you

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I m not dying
We say that we ll just screw it up in these trying times
We re not trying

So cut the headlights, summer s a knife
I m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
And if I bleed, you ll be the last to know

It s new, the shape of your body
It s blue, the feeling I ve got
And it s ooh, woah-oh
It s a cruel summer
It s cool, that s what I tell em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, woah-oh
It s a cruel summer with you

I m drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby comin home from the bar, oh
Said, I m fine, but it wasn t true
I don t wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate
And I scream, For whatever it s worth
I love you, ain t that the worst thing that you ever heard?
He looks up, grinnin like a devil

It s new, the shape of your body
It s blue, the feeling I ve got
And it s ooh, woah-oh
It s a cruel summer
It s cool, that s what I tell em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, woah-oh
It s a cruel summer with you