I gave back the t-shirt that you'd always wear

I went by your work & just left it there

All the leaves are brown

& it's autumn now

It was a summer fling

Don't take it personal or anything

You can wear your heart on your sleeve

But pull your sweater over

No more kisses under shooting stars

No more rides on the handlebars

No more drive-ins

In the back seat of your parents' car

It was a summer fling

& it didn't mean anything

& you can cry your eyes out on the phone

Oh yeah