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