This song though: "Cruel Summer"

/Oh yeah, you're right,/ 

/I want it./

That one hot, cruel, and gruelling summer. It was everything.

#Lover

/Fever/ 

/dream/

/high/

/in the quiet of the night./

/You know that I caught it!/

Why am I so angry?!

/Bad,/ 

/bad boy,/ 

/shiny toy with a price./ 

/You know that I bought it!/

You're so frustrating!

I hate you. I hate myself.

Who wouldn't have bought it? You were everything. 

That summer.

You.

/What doesn't kill me makes me want you more./

/And IT'S NEeeeW,/ 

/the SHAPE of your BODY,/

/and it's bluuue/

/the feeling I've got/ 

Why do I feel so bad?

It feels so good.

What is wrong with me?

/and it's ooh, whoa, oh/

a rightfully, spitefully, cruel--summer.

This.

/I'm not dying/

The 'yes,' should have been a 'no' but the 'no' would have been death.

I don't know which is worse.

/...summer's a knife/

But he keeps on waiting. And waiting

/...if I bleed,/ 

/you'll be the last to know./

/Ooh!/

Why do I wait for it...want it... the pain?

/It's a cruel summer/

It was everything. 

/...I cried like a baby coming home from the bar..oh!/

/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..oh!/ 

/And I scream for whatever it's worth:/

/I LOVE YOU, AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD?!/

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

How was I able to take it?!

/He looks up 

grinning like a devil./

It's the shape of his body,
It's new, this feeling, I got,
and oh, I wanted it, I waited for it.
I waited for him.
For you.
There, you, were, by the glow of the vending machine.

/Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes./

/Yeah,/ 

/yeah,/ 

/yeah,/

/yeah./

[end rant]