Skin

Call it off, it’s raining in the summertime I’m careless and I’m breathing in I’m running wild Hope it’s easing up ‘Cos it’s filling up all the empty cups But it’s better them than the rest of us Hope it’s easing up If you don’t like your skin pink in the summer Then wear long sleeves, broad brimmed, your buttons done up You pounce on me like a cut pill come up You hate one life and you’re faking in another Deep blue eyes, like water, filling up Like sister unto brother You’d be the first to say when you feel the same There isn’t much to say when you feel nothing If you don’t like your skin pink in the summer Then wear long sleeves, broad brimmed, your buttons done up You pounce on me like a cut pill come up You hate one life and you’re faking in another Would you call your dad just to tell him that you love him? Do you hate it here because you think it’s unbecoming? Are you one foot in, is the other one missing? Did you call me up just to tell me that you kissed him? If you’re looking for redemption then it’s breathing underneath your skin And if you wanna start the healing then you’ll have to let someone in Breathing underneath your skin, you’ll have to let someone in