[Verse 1]
Dysfunctional
Yeah, back then we were indestructible
Put all my money on the queen of hearts and lost it
Found demons in the closet
What a time, I felt so alive

[Chorus]
Yeah, in my head
I'm holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your collarbones
I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on
And getting you off in summer clothes

[Post-Chorus]
(Summer clothes)
(And getting you off in summer clothes)
(Summer clothes)

[Verse 2]
From tracing your silhouette in Egyptian cotton sheets
To waking alone in bed, your voice still haunting me
Your eyes running like a faucet, sorry and exhaustеd
Yeah, it's fine, I just wanna die
[Chorus]
Yеah, in my head
I'm holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your collarbones
I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on
And getting you off in summer clothes

[Post-Chorus]
(Summer clothes)
(And getting you off in summer clothes)
(Summer clothes)

[Chorus]
Yeah, in my head
I'm holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your collarbones
I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on
And getting you off...

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, in my head
I'm holding you close
And tasting the sugar on your collarbones
I know you know
That I miss your soul
How punk music turns you on
And getting you off in summer clothes
[Outro]
(Summer clothes)
(Tasting)
(Tasting)
(Tasting)
(And getting you off in summer clothes)
(Tasting)
(Tasting)
(Tasting)
(And getting you off in summer clothes)
(Summer clothes)