Porches - Tan Lines lyrics

I'll come around in spring fu*k everything Hot river and a cold sweat And I twist the knives that got so thick Oh Cry about it Able But let it all go Come June I come Colorado Spit gas and a healthy {?} Oh 'Cause I've been dreamin' different ways to die, ways to die 'Cause I just wanna be your tan lines, tan lines Count off to ten {?} Dead trees and the beads on your breast I breathe in another cigarette Oh Pumpkin where you thaw I'll mock your jaw Bar stools and a glass of red wine If you touch me I think it will be fine Oh Cause I'vе been dreamin' different ways to diе, ways to die Cause I just wanna be your tan lines, tan lines Tan lines, Tan lines