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)
(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, 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)
(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, 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)
(Summer clothes) (tasting, tasting, tasting)
(Getting you off in summer clothes)
(Summer clothes)
Summer Clothes Video (MV)
Performed By: Grayscale
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Aaron Chafin, Andrew Kyne, Collin Walsh, Danen Reed Rector, Eric Palmquist, Katie Cecil, Nick Veno, William Molster
Grayscale - Summer Clothes Lyrics
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English
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)
(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, 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)
(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, 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)
(Summer clothes) (tasting, tasting, tasting)
(Getting you off in summer clothes)
(Summer clothes)
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)
(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, 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)
(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, 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)
(Summer clothes) (tasting, tasting, tasting)
(Getting you off in summer clothes)
(Summer clothes)
Writer: Aaron Chafin, Andrew Kyne, Collin Walsh, Danen Reed Rector, Eric Palmquist, Katie Cecil, Nick Veno, William Molster
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing