I'm drunk in the back of the car, and I cry like a baby coming home from the bar.
So I'm fine, but it wasn't true.
I don't want to 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 screamed for whatever it's worth.
I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever are?
He looks up, grinning like a devil, it's new The shape of your body, it's blue
The feeling I've gotten it's so
It's a cruel summer.
It's cruel.
That's what I tell them, no wrongs.
Break a book by the book.
It's a cruel summer.
