bloomy
Cassius Tiepelman-Sours
It's too often I think of you
Why should I, I know it's too late
Should I even try to talk
Cause I know that you really don't care about me
Think of you too often that, I hate myself
Hate myself tonight
It's sunny in the eighty-one
I know that you wanted him
I know that you wanted him
It's sunny cause you blew me away
Summer, summer in the eighty-one
mmm
Summer of eighty-one
Yeah summer, summer of eighty-one
It's so lonely