музыка была взята у Daniel Myslivets

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 got and it’s
Ooh
It’s a cruel summer
It’s cool
That’s what I tell ‘em
No rules in breakable heaven but
Ooh
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
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 Chorus I’m drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar
Said ‘I’m fine’ but it wasn’t true
I don’t want to keep secrets
Just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer
Just to seal my fate
And I scream ‘For whatever it’s worth,
I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?’ He looks up grinning like a devil Chorus I’m drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar
Said ‘I’m fine’ but it wasn’t true
I don’t want to keep secrets
Just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer
Just to seal my fate