be too far off Painting the landscape With all it's golden rays And this is the last summer we'll have All to ourselves Before next year when we have
lie that the foolish told And finding herself alone and cold She gave up on the world She lit up a smoke every day or two Till eventually she lost count of how
m trying to come clean. I'm so lonely, Surrounded by people that know me but don't know a thing, so I'm trying to come clean. And every relationship I've
let me know you're doing ohkay, miles away from me This summerr was the best I've ever had I never want to see it end So let's pretend that we're never