There's not enough Liquor in the world For you to seem like a good idea again Is your breath Still hot, still stale From the death of a thousand cigarettes Summer went Kicking and screaming Like you It couldn't let go We were sweating all through October Even then You should've known You were just A passing fancy You were an urge that sometimes struck Rough around my wrist Your hand pleading Don't call me a bitch cause you got in too deep Summer went Kicking and screaming Like you It couldn't let go We were sweating all through October Even then You should've known You still call it love Why can't you take the truth? You were just a good time boy You win some and you lose Summer went Kicking and screaming Like you It couldn't let go We were sweating all through October Even then You should've known