Long Hot Summer

I've been slipping up Tripping up Saying things that were a Little bit wrong I can't edit myself Wanna bury myself But nothing feels so easy right now when I miss the summertime And I miss lying by the poolside 48 minutes from now I'll be down off that train Stepping into his arms and feeling sane again So I loved him for the weekend Feels like a holiday Let my thoughts slip away World revolves around his face For now I've been slipping up Tripping up Saying things that were a Little bit wrong I can't edit myself Wanna bury myself But nothing feels so easy right now when I miss the summertime And I miss lying by the poolside These days I cling to 80s songs To drown the whistle of the bombs Sing rhymes I heard when I was young That men record and profit from So tear my skin and patch it up For all of time we've called it love And get me drunk to scrub my brain Of girls with guns when we're to blame