August (Explicit)

late sunday afternoons, april through august

that’s when my friends try the beach if it’s warm enough

i’m hiding out in this west coast apartment, holed up in hopes of a hit

guess I’m gonna be fucked up for a long time, shit

last time I saw you we smiled through the awkwardness

i still don’t get why you hand-washed my car and

since then I met someone a few inches taller it’s

strange to be reaching on my toes to kiss, but

i’m gonna be fucked up for a long time over it

i’m so tired of filling my mind up with feeling behind

always pining for time or to be younger, this title wave

i’m sinking under is a nightmare and you used to dry me off after it hit

guess i’m gonna be fucked up for a long time