Lyrics Summer Quarter - Madeline Kenney

Summer makes me uneven
Cherries on the floor, no visitor
Stuck in what you could call a feelin'
I can't beat the rhythm right
Not like you

Talkin', kinda without a reason
Just to make my mouth do somethin'
I swear I'm gonna say the right thing
Not to you

So get me on the phone, I'm sufferin'
You know I can't be alone like that
Not like you
I'm not like you

I just wanna be small and underwhelming
Cherries on the floor, blood on my bed

So get me on the phone, I'm sufferin'
You know I can't be alone like that
In someonе else's home, I'm not likе you