Lyrics Hate the Summer - Ultbee

I fucking hate the summer
Wish you were my lover
But you fucking ghost me
God I'm so unlucky

At least just give me closure
I wished on a two leaf clover
I wished we took it further, but now we're fucking over

Now we're fucking over, never will we see
Every single way that you benefit me
Every single reason I wish we were together
Now you fucking hate me, say I'm an aggressor

But I never did anything that would give you pressure
I never did anything to take from your pleasure
I never said that I wanted this for us
And now you're on my mind, and there's no-one I can trust

Can I please have a second chance
I won't fuck up the same again
Can you please give me one more strike
I promise I won't cross the line

I fucking hate the summer
Wish you were my lover
But you fucking ghost me
God I'm so unlucky

At least just give me closure
I wished on a two leaf clover
I wished we took it further, but now we're fucking over

Now we're fucking over, thought you belonged to me
But your life is perfect, no point in remembering
All the time we used to spend admiring each other
All the time I thought perfection, but we were just dumb lovers

Now you're gone, and I've lost all hope
There's no gain in helping me cause I'm so damn alone
You were the one thing that could save me, you were my treasure
Now you fucking hate me, say I'm an aggressor

But I never didn't think that we were right
I never thought that this would start a fight
I never threw you under the bus
And now you're on my mind and there's no-one I can trust

Can I please have a second chance
I won't fuck up the same again
Can you please give me one more strike
I promise I won't cross the line

I fucking hate the summer
Wish you were my lover
But you fucking ghost me
God I'm so unlucky

At least just give me closure
I wished on a two leaf clover
I wished we took it further, but now we're fucking over

Can I please have a second chance
I won't fuck up the same again
Can you please give me one more strike
I promise I won't cross the line