I was sure last summer was the end
I shaved my head and everything
The same sappy torch song played on repeat
But these people will shrug off anything you blame on the heat
And I couldn't seem to keep my body over my feet
And I couldn't seem to keep anything holy and sweet
I said, "Holy Jesus, I've got holes in my hands and I'm bleeding"
I was waving the world away, I was a coastline receding
I feel it coming back, I feel it coming
I was sure last summer was the end
I made my peace with it
I sat down in Krutch Park and cried like a baby
And some people gathered around to figure out was I crazy
Or was I on something, I wasn't but I should have been, maybe
So I could lean my head back and watch the city go wavy
I was sure last summer was the end,
But here comes the summer again
I was sure last summer was the end,
But here comes the summer again
I was sure last summer was the end,
But here comes the summer again
Here comes the summer again
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