Summer Bedroom

A book I stole from the school library In the heat of the moment I swore it meant something Is happiness peach juice dripping down your chin If so I can learn to love the taste of the ones I picked I refuse to believe this is who I should be Who I was brought up will never be me Headed for another bleak disaster afternoon I sing the sounds of it in a summer bedroom Rolling fingers over inscriptions in my skin Cut them open and let the fever in Kiss and tell with hope and daggers Glossanova sins The laws of love and evil are oh so delicate Headed for another bleak disaster afternoon I sing the sounds of it in a summer bedroom