hang dog you sitting and counting nameless stars and when you look down you're beginning to fall away
you dried up like an august creekbed i mounted in an album with some photos of your summer friends i can't tell what the note on the back said you're moving like a poem and it hurts to see you going
i recall the smell of summer on your skin we were seventeen and everything was pounding and it wouldn't stop it's hard to put to words what i was thinking then i don't know, we were alive or something
browned off sitting amidst the endless cars and when you stall out they're beginning to pull away
you dried up like an august creekbed i mounted in an album with some photos of your summer friends i can't tell what the note on the back said you're moving like a poem and it hurts to see you going
i remember licking ice cream off your chin we were seventeen and everything was pounding and it wouldn't stop it's hard to put to words what i was thinking then i don't know, we were in love or something
i recall the smell of summer on your skin we were seventeen and everything was pounding and it wouldn't stop it's hard to put to words what i was thinking then i don't know, we were alive or something