Cruel Summer from Times Beach by Fight Back Mountain

Sorry I am nothing like my zodiac
A perfect version of me
That I like to keep intact
Made myself a birthday cake
And I threw it in the trash
Pious, never break a fast

Say the word and I'll be gone
Sweet, pristine, and sick right through
Fresh fruit rotting in the sun
So call my name and I'll come back
Home to you

I'm your dime a dozen dollar store lover
Caught in the haze of a cruel summer
We're always down, this season's got our number
Kiss and a promise
Makes it forever

Lined up against the wall
Behind the baseboard
Standing all alone
Feeling tears well up inside
Cheap make up running down my face
In skin too big for my bones
Cut with scratches I can't hide

Say the word and I'll be gone
Sweet, pristine, and sick right through
Fresh fruit rotting in the sun
So call my name and I'll come back
Home to you

I'm your dime a dozen dollar store lover
Caught in the haze of a cruel summer
We're always down, this season's got our number
Kiss and a promise
Makes it forever

I'm your dime a dozen dollar store lover
Caught in the haze of a cruel summer
We're always down, this season's got our number
Kiss and a promise
Makes it forever

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