Last Summer
We weren't sleeping on couches
Last summer in our best friends' houses
Staying up till dawn
You were climbing over fences
And blowing through your second chances
Not saying much of anything except
Last summer can't happen again
But I can't remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing
Last summer I tore my tights
The day we chose to ride our bikes
To see if the lake that swam in was dry
And you were lying on your back
Pulling out the blades of grass
You said, "Sometimes I feel like them
Always cut too short"
Well, I can't remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing
And I can't remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing to me
To me
All you want to do is sit and watch TV
Sometimes I think the couch is a better friend than me
All I want to do is get you to do something
But you never say a word to me
But I can't remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing
And I can't remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing to me