That familiar feeling grabs a hold of me.
Between my yesterdays long gone
And tomorrows come too soon
I'm in between being over you
And being too alone to care.
What you have done, I've done twice as often,
But it's lost in the details, forgotten.
So I'll soothe myself, a drink;
Some quick release, some conversation.
Summer came calling,
Softly lead in by a steady rain,
But now the heat is surely saying it's time.
It's time, for drinks on the back deck,
For feeling young, like Monday
Isn't coming, and you didn't break my heart
Last spring. It's time for moving on.
Time for goodbyes.
Time for fading into the background.
It's time for summer.
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