Bikini Season

I am nauseous

I am blue

The wrong person knows me too well

What do I do with that?

I am holding the unveiled truth

That I am sad cuz I love you

What the fuck am I to do with that?

Besides ask

Is there a dimension

That exists where I'm ten again

And nothing bad has happened to me?

I am scared

But I can't pin why

Is it to see you again or not again in this life

Where am I supposed to put all this?

It's bikini season

I gotta lose your weight

So I can swim through the feelings I can't explain

Someone tell me where I can put all of it

Or is there a dimension

That exists where I'm ten again

And nothing bad has happened to me?

Last night was the closest I got to calling

The only English that made sense was asking

"Do you hate me?"

Is there a dimension

That exists where I'm ten again

And nothing bad has happened to me?

Last night was the closest I got to calling

The only English that made sense was

"Do you hate me?"