I miss the wine I could only find by your house
It tasted like last May on Beacon Street
Lukewarm and sunny and synthetically sweet
I felt you wash over me
Spread your chemicals through my system and leave me weak
Dig into me
'Til sweetness turns to pain
Dig into me
I'll hold onto you just the same
I swear you're not on my mind
I miss the smoke that lingered in your mind
It smelled like Wednesdays on Dartmouth Street
Half-broken lawn chairs around a wooden table
Scarred and stained with all the
Blurry weekday nights we left behind
Dig into me
'Til sweetness turns to pain
Dig into me
I'll hold onto you just the same
Oh, I swear that you're not on my mind
I swear you're not on my mind
I swear you're not on my mind
Dig into me
Ooh ooh, ooh
I swear you're not on my mind
Ooh ooh, ooh
Dig into me
'Til sweetness turns to pain
Dig into me
I'll hold onto you just the same
Oh, I swear that you're not on my mind
I swear you're not on my mind
I swear you're not on my mind
Dig into me
I'll hold onto you just the same
I swear you're not on my mind