there s a lot of time i spent waiting in line waiting in line for things i can t say for things i cannot say i can t talk about it now but i ll be ready when the truth comes out come with me i know that it is hard to leave hard to leave but the summer s different from the last it s burying the past in retrospect i don t mean a word i just said the actions are dead i am fleetingly distracted by people who aren t her i love you yes please don t forget but i m leaving nonetheless  don t come with me it is just to hard to leave hard to leave cause the summer feels just like the last i can t bury the past