Cauterize my expectations
Left at the side of the street
In the heat of the day

Cycle back through
Old photos in your phone
Hold out your palm
There's a line in your history

never gonna be like it was before
cut your hair when you're feeling bored
summer feelings wasted every day

Similar, so similar
(I can't forget the days when we met)
Put me in the acid coffin
Just put me in the acid coffin
(I can't forget anything at all)

Sinking in to
trepidations
It's hot in the attic
But that's where the ghost still stays

never gonna be like it was before
cut your hair when you're feeling bored
summer feelings wasted every day

Similar, so similar
(I can't forget the days when we met)
Put me in the acid coffin
Just put me in the acid coffin
(I can't forget anything at all)

Similar, so similar
(I can't forget the days when we met)
Put me in the acid coffin
Just put me in the acid coffin
(I can't forget anything at all)