Wasted Summer

Lyricist: Emma Lov Block / Philip James Bentley / Taylor Robert Bird     Composer: Emma Lov Block / Philip James Bentley / Taylor Robert Bird

I can't sleep tonight
'Cause the bed is too hard and you've been so cold
And something 'bout it don't feel right
And I don't wanna fight
But you tell me I do, so maybe I do
We used to be good, so tell me
When did it get so complicated?
How do I get back to those days, yeah?
Getting high on Sunset Boulevard
Sleeping in your beat up car
Playing "Creep" on your guitar
That wasted summer
Mixing Adderall and two buck wine
On trains at Hollywood and Vine
First time that I called you mine
That wasted summer
Oh, yeah, yeah
Dancing on my own
'Cause your company
It doesn't keep me the way that I need it to
Yeah, am I still the one?
'Cause I don't wanna know
I don't wanna lose the one thing I've ever loved
When did it get so complicated? (Get so complicated)
How do we get back to those days when
Getting high on Sunset Boulevard
Sleeping in your beat up car
Playing "Creep" on your guitar
That wasted summer
Mixing Adderall and two buck wine
On trains at Hollywood and Vine
First time that I called you mine
That wasted summer
That wasted summer, oh
Yeah, ooh
That wasted summer
Getting high on Sunset Boulevard
Sleeping in your beat up car
Playing "Creep" on your guitar
That wasted summer
Mixing Adderall and two buck wine
On trains at Hollywood and Vine
First time that I called you mine
That wasted summer
Getting high on Sunset Boulevard
Sleeping in your beat up car, yeah
That wasted summer
Mixing Adderall and two buck wine
Trains at Hollywood and Vine
First time that I called you mine
That wasted summer