Like a punch to the stomach
Every once in a while somebody else finds the words to say something you could never put just right. It blows me away and makes me sit and think about life.
"The Summers over, and our routines older
Nobody's wiser and nobody's feeling the same... as they did last summer
When plane rides were all the rage
I still have my ticket stub stuffed in my wallet
Can't compete with the continents and I cant compete with time
But I'll try, I'll try
This is either the last song for you, or the first one for me
Missed me missed me now youve gotta kiss me
But only if you mean it and only if you know what it means to me
And the question mark session with the statement I've been trying to write all day
To all of the thinkers and travelling singers,
dormroom philosophers at home and abroad
I leave you with one little piece of me before I go sending you off
I hope that Im wrong, I hope that Im wrong"
"The Summers over, and our routines older
Nobody's wiser and nobody's feeling the same... as they did last summer
When plane rides were all the rage
I still have my ticket stub stuffed in my wallet
Can't compete with the continents and I cant compete with time
But I'll try, I'll try
This is either the last song for you, or the first one for me
Missed me missed me now youve gotta kiss me
But only if you mean it and only if you know what it means to me
And the question mark session with the statement I've been trying to write all day
To all of the thinkers and travelling singers,
dormroom philosophers at home and abroad
I leave you with one little piece of me before I go sending you off
I hope that Im wrong, I hope that Im wrong"