We spent July in a Berkeley basement,
Half read books, and bold declarations.
There was so much I didn't believe in
And then, there was you.
You made me brave,
You made me stupid
Gave me this skin, that I could move in.
We're gonna leave them where they stand
Leave them where they -
Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in.
We'll fade out to whispers,
It's the last days of summer in San Fransisco.
The kitchens cold and the tea kettle whisles.
The J Church rolls and rattles our windows.
There's no nestalgia here it's just now,
Baby now.
I was a fire that you started
For once I knew everything that I wanted.
We're gonna leave them where they stand,
Leave them where they -
Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in.
We'll fade out to whispers,
It's the last days of summer in San Fransisco
It's the last days of summer in San Fransisco
Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in.
We'll fade out to whispers,
It's the last days of summer in San Fransisco
Last days of summer in San Fransisco.
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