I remember when the days were long
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn
constant quarrelling and childish fits
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman
all the slander and double-speak
were only foolish attempts to show we did not meet
anything but the blatant proof
were your lips touching mine in the photobooth

and as the summer's ending
the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document
i've packed the change of clothes
and it's time to move on

cup your mouth to compress the sound
skinny dipping with the kids from the nearby town
everything i said was true
as the flashes blinded us in the photobooth
i lost track of what words were said

you took the wheel and steered us to my bed
soon we woke and i brought you home
and it was finally clear that it was hardly love

and as the summer's ending
the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending
and this is all that's left
scraping paper to document
i've packed the change of clothes
and it's time to move on

and as the summer's ending
the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending
as the alcohol drained the days

and as the summer's ending
the cold air will rush your hard heart away
you were so condescending
and this is all that's left
the empty bottles spent cigarettes
so pack a change of clothes because it's time to move on