Grayscale - Summer Clothes Lyrics

Grayscale - Summer Clothes Lyrics 

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

(Summer clothes)

(And getting you off in summer clothes)

(Summer clothes)

From tracing your silhouette in Egyptian cotton sheets

To wake up alone in bed, your voice still haunting me

Your eyes running like a faucet, sorry and exhausted

Yeah, 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)

(And getting you off in summer clothes)

(Summer clothes)

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...

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)

(And getting you off in summer clothes)

(Tasting)

(Tasting)

(Tasting)

(And getting you off in summer clothes)

(Summer clothes)