Popsicles

G                                  Bm
Indian summer, how much more can I take, I'm begging for the heat to break
   Em                Bm                                                         G
My throat is parched, my skin is red, fan blowing on my face in a sweat soaked bed
                          Bm
Fall is a daydream from when I was young
                                  Em
Backpacks, bonfires, cool in the sun
                      D
Crickets and kisses beneath the moon, sneaking upstairs to my bedroom
D
If I could take back just one thing, I'd rewind to the last day of spring
D
You held my hand, you squeezed it hard, we walked until the streets got dark
D
Gave me some new book to read, saying, "I hope you find what you need"
    Em
And just like that we're the broken hearted
D                           G D G Bm
Just like that, my fever started


[Chorus]
        G                    D        G                D
And the green grass turned to sand, the sky filled with a haze
   G                    Bm
We thought we wanted freedom but what we got were these dog days
        G                D              G              D
And our lonely hearts are lazy, sipping a strangers salty kiss
G              Bm                                D
Begging for a body, we'll take anything we can get


[Verse 2]
D
Labour day weekend, 90 degrees, a bottle of beer between my knees
  Em               D
A smoke, a sigh, a sideways glance, he's not the type to ask me to dance
G                                  Bm
Not the type to hold my hand but he once played in some famous band
   Em                                  D
An empty pool, we both take a dive, we leave that party for a drive


[Chorus]
    G                     D         G                D
But his hands are like sandpaper, his eyes are dark and dull
G               Bm
Months of dehydration have really taken their toll
        G             D               G             D
And our tangled torsos tighten as we're moving out and in
   G                D                    Bb    Bm
He leaves before the traffic and I'm burning up again


[Bridges]
        Bb                  Bm
And I'm angry when he leaves me, I love, they love me not
Bb             Bm           Bb         Bm
Popsicle to my temples, I'm so fucking hot
        Bb            Bm             Bb              Bm
And I'm frustrated forever about the air that hangs around
                               Bb        Bm G D
Wafting around my apartment, I can't cool down


[Outro]
Em D G D Em D G D Em D Bm

Bm
Indian summer, how much more can I take
     D
Just waiting for the heat to break