Summer Clothes Songtext
von Grayscale

Dysfunctional
Yeah back then we were indestructible
Put all my money on the queen of hearts and lost it
Found demons in the closet
What a time, I felt so alive

Yeah in my head
I′m holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your
Collarbones, I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on, and
Getting you off in summer clothes

(Getting you off in summer clothes)

(Summer clothes)

From tracing your silhouette in egyptian cotton sheets
To waking, alone in bed, your voice still haunting me
Your eyes running like a faucet, I'm sorry and exhausted
Yea it′s fine, I just wanna die


Yeah in my head
I'm holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your
Collarbones, I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on, and
Getting you off in summer clothes

(Summer clothes)

(Getting you off in summer clothes)

(Summer clothes)

Yeah in my head
I'm holding you close
Tasting the sugar on your
Collarbones, I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on, and
Getting you off, yeah

Yeah in my head
I′m holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your
Collarbones, I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on, and
Getting you off in summer clothes

(summer clothes)

(tasting, tasting, tasting)


(getting you off in summer clothes)

(We were interlaced, be honest, is this really what you wanted?)

Getting you off in summer clothes

(Summer clothes)