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letra de florence on friday - under the bed

i wish i knew the words to describe your eyes, i wish you knew how much power you’ve in your smile, you smell like the summer of 1999: i want to– you. i don’t need no time alone to think this through: i swear you taste like this chord and this one too. i’m sixteen running back to school when i’m with you. i want to kiss you. please let me kiss you. florence on friday: and it feels like i’m hung over all f-cking day. florence on friday: and it feels like i’m high as f-ck all day. all day. what else could i say to make you laugh? your eyebrows are raised, my car is parked. i can see the smouldering tip of your cigarette reflected in your cyan irises. spare me all the words that could make me realize i’m so desperate that a single fraction of time spent with you’s like a gift. florence on friday… florence on friday. it’s the night that i felt it: you already are in my head. i’m the one enjoying a freckle like a sunset. you told me your name means “unbending”. you surely are, but please stay: you’re the downstroked sixteenth palm muted power chords played on a peeling guitar. i wish i knew the words to describe your eyes, (and it feels like i’m high as f-ck all day) i wish you knew how much power you’ve in your smile. you smell like the summer of 1999: i wanna kiss you: i’m gonna kiss you. i loved the way you made skulls grin in the drawings you used to do. remember the toy with the guitar sounds? loved how your house smelled of wood. i went to florence today: i met a girl. i can’t wait to come to rehearsal room with you so i can sing ‘bout her. she can fix me: she won’t talk to me at all. let me ask why: i don’t get it. this car is empty without you. florence on friday makes your eyes look colder. nothing could heal me more than your thin shoulder, but it feels like i’m high as f-ck all day. florence on friday makes my eyes look colder. i wanna live hoping no one’s counting on me. you can fix me (i can’t fix you): why don’t you talk to me at all (i won’t talk to you at all), i need you (if you say you need me you scare me), i don’t get it (‘cause i’m not feeling high as f-ck all day). i wish i knew the words to describe your eyes, i wish you knew how much power you’ve in your smile, you smell like the summer of 1999: i want to–

- under the bed

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