Emily Kinney - Popsicles

^GIndian summer, how much more can I ^Bmtake, I'm begging for the heat to break My ^Emthroat is parched,^Bm my skin is red, fan blowing on my face in a sweat soaked b^Ged Fall is a daydream from wh^Bmen I was young Backpacks, bonfires, cool in the s^Emun Crickets and kisses be^Dneath the moon, sneaking upstairs to my bedroom ^DIf I could take back just one thing, I'd rewind to the last day of spring ^DYou held my hand, you squeezed it hard, we walked until the streets got dark ^DGave me some new book to read, saying, "I hope you find what you need" And ^Emjust like that we're the broken hearted ^DJust like that, my fever sta^Grt^Ded^{G Bm}

And the ^Ggreen grass turned to^D sand, th^Ge sky filled with^D a haze We ^Gthought we wanted fre^Bmedom but what we got were these dog days And our ^Glonely hearts are^D lazy, sipping ^Ga strangers sal^Dty kiss ^GBegging for a b^Bmody, we'll take anything we can ge^Dt

^DLabour day weekend, 90 degrees, a bottle of beer between my knees A ^Emsmoke, a sigh, a ^Dsideways glance, he's not the type to ask me to dance ^GNot the type to hold my hand but he^Bm once played in some famous band An ^Emempty pool, we both take a dive, we ^Dleave that party for a drive

But ^Ghis hands are like san^Ddpaper, hi^Gs eyes are dark a^Dnd dull ^GMonths of dehydr^Bmation have really taken their toll And our ^Gtangled torsos^D tighten as we'r^Ge moving out a^Dnd in He ^Gleaves before the^D traffic and I'm burn^Bbing up^Bm again

And I'm ^Bbangry when he leaves^Bm me, I love, they love me not ^BbPopsicle to my ^Bmtemples, I'm ^Bbso fucking ^Bmhot And I'm ^Bbfrustrated for^Bmever about the ^Bbair that hangs a^Bmround Wafting around my apartment, I ^Bbcan't cool^Bm do^Gwn^D

^BmIndian summer, how much more can I take Just ^Dwaiting for the heat to break