Say you've forgot
but i know you've not.
Say it's you and me.
No, no i can't agree,
'cause when we're alone
I trace the seams you've sewn.
Kisses hide the stitches
but I pried and found the pictures.
Should i go
if you're still basking in the afterglow?
We could have been a pair.
Can't share a heart that's not there.
Lost, it's not even on her:
the cost of that fateful summer.
And I tried to fill her britches.
Does it show?
'Cause you're still basking in the afterglow.
My heart is strong and I can take it,
but there ain't no cure for your summertime blues.