Last Summer

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 [Chorus] 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" [Chorus] x2 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 [Chorus] x2