Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Popsicles, artist - Emily Kinney. Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Song language: English
Popsicles |
| Indian summer, how much more can I take? |
| I’m begging for the heat to break |
| My throat is parched, my skin is red |
| Fan blowing on my face in a sweat-soaked bed |
| Fall is a daydream from when I was young |
| Backpacks, bonfires, cool in the sun |
| Crickets and kisses beneath the moon |
| Sneaking upstairs to my bedroom |
| If I could take back just one thing |
| I’d rewind to the last day of spring |
| You held my hand and squeezed it hard |
| We walked until the streets got dark |
| Gave me some new book to read |
| Sayin' I hope you find what you need |
| And just like that we’re the broken-hearted |
| Just like that my fever started |
| And the green grass turned to sand |
| The sky filled with a haze |
| We thought we wanted freedom |
| But what we got were these dog days |
| And our lonely hearts are lazy |
| Sipping a stranger’s salty kiss |
| Begging for a body |
| We’ll take anything we can get |
| Labor Day weekend, 90 degrees |
| A bottle of beer between my knees |
| A smoke, a sigh, a sideways glance |
| He’s not the type to ask me to dance |
| Not the type to hold my hand |
| But he once played in some famous band |
| An empty pool, we both take a dive |
| We leave that party for a drive |
| But his hands are like sandpaper |
| His eyes are dark and dull |
| Months of dehydration have really taken their toll |
| And our tangled torsos tighten |
| As we’re movin' out and in |
| He leaves before the traffic |
| And I’m burning up again |
| And I’m angry when he leaves me |
| I love, they love me not |
| Popsicle to my temples |
| I’m so fucking hot |
| And I’m frustrated forever |
| About the air that hangs around |
| Waftin' around my apartment |
| I can’t cool down |
| Indian summer, how much more can I take? |
| Just waiting for… |
| The heat to break |