Lyrics Cruel Summer - Megan & Liz

Cruel Summer

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
Killing me slow, out the window
I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more
And it’s new, the shape of your body
It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got
And it’s ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
It’s cool, that’s what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
With you
Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I’m not dying
We say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times
We’re not trying