Author: j***a
Date:
Review: 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 (yeah, yeah) Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine I'm not dying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times We're not trying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it) So cut the headlights, summer's a knife I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know, oh 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 I'm drunk in the back of the car And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh) Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh) An
Color: Grey
Size: 177.8X182.9CM
