summer won't end here seems to last forever. I hear about your fall, your pumpkin
spice, your winter snow. It's just something in a song to me, something on t.v.
summer won't fade here, and now I made a mess of everything. even my memories of you are just faded scars. Can't bring back the best parts i thought i knew. It's just a jerk-off once in awhile thinking back to fucking you. I guess thats something?- but nothing to write about.
Just because your gone -I've been an wanted man
make my self pay by working to long
by carrying a gun, drinking all night
and havin' fun-
remember the nights we used to stay up late
you taught me how to write
words in the mist
words that miss
miles and miles
to you .