Cauterize and close it off,
It's getting pretty hard to breathe and pretty hard to talk
And if I ever want to shake this summer cough
I need to sleep it off
You dip those hips, the fabric slips
And the air still stinks in the Red and Clover
The Sun's down lower, I'm thanking God it's over

deadbeat summer in the city and now we're older
But the calls [bad word] and we try to keep it together
With the windows down, I'm writing out these letters
Your footsteps ringing and you keep on bringing it up
It goes from green to brown
It sinks in to this town
As the [bad word] back around
Footsteps ringing and you keep on bringing it over
You dip those hips, the fabric slips
I hold her above my head and [bad word] 
summer with the covers off the bed
The time it takes to realize all the [bad word] things you said
One more night well spent
With a six pack and regret
But this time I'll see the signs
And even though it's cold, I'll dive right in
To this dark, October water
Waiting in these crooked lines,
I pour my spice in to my wine and drink
To broken wire and solder

So light it up and smoke the pack,
It's getting pretty hard to breath as a matter of fact
And as I lay here on my back,
I'll slip between the cracks of

summer with the covers off the bed
The time it takes to realize all the selfish things you said
One more night well spent
With a six pack and regret
But this time I'll see the signs
And even though it's cold, I'll dive right in
To this dark, October water
Waiting in these crooked lines,
I pour my spice in to my wine and drink
To broken wire and solder