There was nothing In our drinks But the ice and rye whiskey And there was nothing Up our sleeves But our elevated heart beats We were lost In August We were as native As the palms No one cared where we came from We are still here And it's now But we wont forget how it All went down We were lost In August When you look Don't look back Because there ain't Nothing left Except those Motel 6 beds And them floral print spreads We were lost In August