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lyrics

There are corks in the pool
Teeth stark against purple lips
We're drunk swimmin'
Been growin' up
outta the neighborhood
with the same cast of girls
and their boyfriends

I could stand to have somebody reach for my hand
helpin' pull me through a sweatshirt that's too small for my head

We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways
to go until we're ready to separate
This poolside is lit with all these text messages
My phone is dead on the cement
I sink under the surface

I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair

We're up on the ledge
Tan legs looking golden
in the sunset
I'm a good host
I love these girls the most
But I miss it
Being selfish

A half-hearted buzz is enough to make me want boys I hate
Droppin' back in with the bottle feeling flatter than the basketball floating
I laugh but I'm not joking

We're soberin' up but we've still got a ways
to go until we're ready to separate
This poolside is lit with all these text messages
My phone is dead on the cement
I sink under the surface

I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair

I know when I feel like this
Like I'll never get kissed
Or I'll kiss death first before I ever make it
My best friend is right there
My friends will always be here

Floatin' on their backs
Swimmin' in laps
Showin' up fast
Never turnin' me away
when I've turned to glass
The past is in the past
But right now we're alive in this chlorine

I'm pretty good right here
with pink jet clouds above my head
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine
And my friends are all diving in
And the rest of us are talking shit
Our shins are aqua blue
We left our hearts on our chairs
Cause sometimes we just wanna forget 'bout the future and have chlorine in our hair

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from Saints Until Fridays, released September 23, 2016
Charlee Remitz - Lyrics and Melodies
Mike Gonsolin - Production

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Charlee Remitz is a Los Angeles based dream pop singer, songwriter, producer, and mixer widely praised for her lyrics, which stretch the pop norm.

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