Popsicles Lyrics - Emily Kinney

Indian summer, how much more can I take? 

I'm begging for the heat to break 

My throat is parched, my skin is red 

Fan blowin' on my face in a sweat-soaked bed 

Fall is a daydream from when I was young 

Backpacks, bonfires, cool in the sun 

Crickets and kisses beneath the moon 

Sneaking upstairs to my bedroom 

If I could take back just one thing 

I'd rewind to the last day of spring 

You held my hand and squeezed it hard 

We walked until the streets got dark 

Gave me some new book to read 

Sayin' I hope you find what you need 

And just like that we're the broken-hearted 

Just like that my fever started 

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And the green grass turned to sand 

The sky filled with a haze 

We thought we wanted freedom 

But what we got were these dog days 

And our lonely hearts are lazy 

Sipping a stranger's salty kiss 

Begging for a body 

We'll take anything we can get 

Labor Day weekend, 90 degrees 

A bottle of beer between my knees 

A smoke, a sigh, a sideways glance 

He's not the type to ask me to dance 

Not the type to hold my hand 

But he once played in some famous band 

An empty pool, we both take a dive 

We leave that party for a drive 

Photos 

But his hands are like sandpaper 

His eyes are dark and dull 

Months of dehydration have really taken their toll 

And our tangled torsos tighten 

As we're movin' out and in 

He leaves before the traffic 

And I'm burning up again 

And I'm angry when he leaves me 

I love, they love me not 

Popsicle to my temples 

I'm so fucking hot 

And I'm frustrated forever 

About the air that hangs around 

Waftin' around my apartment 

I can't cool down 

Indian summer, how much more can I take? 

Just waiting for... 

The heat to break