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