Weekend Friends - Sunburnt Streets



I don't like myself sometimes
But I’m learning to get over it, 'cause that's the adult thing to do
I’m not gonna chase my dreams, 'cause that's the adult thing to do
I need to provide for myself

Sunburnt streets
Oh I can feel it in my feet
I can see it in your face
What you came here to say
Love's not real
At least how you think it is
At least how I think it is
At least how we think

Love's not real
But you help me sleep alone
Alone with my thoughts
Alone with my thoughts

Love's not real
But I would be better off in your arms
Than with these
Tar stained feet
These sunburnt streets

Dust on thе grass
We can see it
But you can't
That you're dreaming
Into our holеs
We can lie there
With no clothes
Street lights rescue me
From this sun
It’s burning my feet
On these sunburnt streets

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