Gregor McEwan - The Royal Blues Lyrics

Summer hits back, it's one hundred degrees
Time flies by fast, like the birds and the bees
My t-shirt's so sweaty, you better call it sweater
I featured Tom Petty in a love letter
Here comes my girl, too good to be true
Don't do me like that, I'm depending on you
You can't stand constant waiting for something
Springtime has gone and summer is coming
And the sunlight comforts my limbs
I've been too tired to tighten strings
And I buy reach while you buy things
Gold accounts and silver linings
You've prepped my toothbrush since I ran into you
When I drank too much you did it, too
My head is spinning, don't bother me!
Girl, you're like winning the lottery
When it really matters I always lose
Defeated and shattered like my royal blues
I can't stand constant defeat in big games
Springtime has gone and summer remains