Cruel Summer - Megan & Liz

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it

Killing me slow, out the window

I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn’t kill me makes me want you more

And it’s new, the shape of your body

It’s blue, the feeling I’ve got

And it’s ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

It’s cool, that’s what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It’s a cruel summer

With you

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

I’m not dying

We say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times

We’re not trying