We'd been speaking and you said that this Summer that I should learn to drive
A week later you say "take the therapy and pills and you'll be alright"
I tried to swallow my pride
But I've got a lump in my throat
I'm so damn so sure that I've not felt this f*cking bad in months, weeks, days
And you're just trying to say
Let's not meet again
When will we meet again
Please can we meet again
Sucking up fears, pursuing bad ideas
I was up for two days and you still turned me away
My Summer's for love and i'm living alone
Wherever we slept was where we'd call home
It never seemed to matter how hard you'd try
I could never feel close to alright