We were sleeping on couches
Last summer in our best friends' houses
Staying up till dawn to nothing

You were climbing over fences
And blowing through your second chances
Not saying much of anything except
Last summer can't happen again

But I can remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing to me

Last summer I tore my tights
The day we chose to ride our bikes
To see if the lake that we swam in was dry

And you were lying on your back
Pulling out the blades of grass
You said, ""Sometimes I feel like them
Always cut too short""

But I can remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing to me

All you want to do is sit and watch TV
Sometimes I think the couch is a better friend than me
All I want to do is get you to do something
But you never say a word to me

But I can remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing to me

But I can remember the song that you sang
Downstairs in your blue jeans
I followed your voice to find what you mean
Turns out you meant nothing to me"