Will Epstein - Bug Bite

sometimes i'm uptight it's nothing, a bug bite bleeding for you
dress for warm weather sunscreen and leather fish cooked with lime
kissing, the rays of the sun on your hand
keep myself upbeat
i want you to find me i want to meet ivy
learning the backstroke cause drowning is no joke we'll drip on the thyme
kissing, the rays of the sun on your hand
time's up
the radio's crying
and i call you up
to feel that you're near me
now that
i just need a sign
will the fog turn in
and pool up beneath me again
i wanna be mellow back in the meadow tucked in your arms
kissing, the rays of the sun on your hand

Written by:
Will Epstein

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