Adam Melchor
Chlorine Water
Glory in the summer
With a mouth of chlorine water
I hide nothing from ya
As my eyes are turning red
Siren in its slumber
World away from all my blunders
Love is pooling under
With my feet over the edge
With my feet over the edge
With my feet over the edge
As we're playing colors
I forget to run the numbers
Step away from trouble
We're just doing what we can
With you, I'm no other
Than a toothy grin and dreamlike colors
Underneath a blanket fort
Where I can feel my best
You're where I can feel my best
You're where I can feel my best
(Ah ah)
Floating on my stomach
Hold my breath and blow some bubbles
Letting myself let go
I'm cross-legged at the end
Champagne supernova
I'd prefer a diet soda
Greeted with a towel
And someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend
You're someone to call a friend