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