Adam Melchor — Chlorine Water

Glory in the summer With a mouth of chlorine water I hide nothing from ya As my eyes are turning red Siren in its slumber World away from all my blunders Love is pooling under With my feet over the edge With my feet over the edge With my feet over the edge As we're playing colors I forget to run the numbers Step away from trouble We're just doing what we can With you, I'm no other Than a toothy grin and dreamlike colors Underneath a blanket fort Where I can feel my best You're where I can feel my best You're where I can feel my best (Ah ah) Floating on my stomach Hold my breath and blow some bubbles Letting myself let go I'm cross-legged at the end Champagne supernova I'd prefer a diet soda Greeted with a towel And someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend You're someone to call a friend