There's a lot of time I spent waiting in line
Waiting in line for things I can't say
For things I cannot say

I can't talk about it now
But I'll be ready when the truth comes out

Come with me
I know that it is hard to leave
Hard to leave, but
The summer's different from the last
It's burying the past

In retrospect
I don't mean a word I just said
The actions are dead
I am fleetingly distracted by people who aren't her

I love you, yes
Please don't forget
But I'm leaving nonetheless

Don't come with me
It is just to hard to leave
Hard to leave, cause
The summer feels just like the last
I can't bury the past