Another summer over. 
I can feel it getting colder. 
Is it the air or just your shoulder, the one I'll be getting brushed off of for a semester abroad? 
Here's something to take back east with you; 
It's the hope that you choke on, every word you spoke of everything I'll never do. 

Another semester over, I can tell you've gotten older. Do you remember what I told her when I said we were through? 
So lets take it back to the promises you made just to break. 
Did you think that I would forget about them, or how you're lying to all of your friends? 

If you could do something that was worth my time, then, maybe I could take you seriously for once in your life. 

Another summer over, I can feel it getting colder. Is it the air or just your shoulder, the one I'll be getting brushed off of? 

You lied. 
Surprise, surprise.