i gave back the t-shirt that you'd always wear
i went by your work and just left it there
all the leaves are brown
and it's autumn now
it was a summer fling
don't take it personal or anything
you can wear your heart on your sleeve
but pull your sweater over
no more kisses under shooting stars
no more rides on the handlebars
no more drive-ins
in the back seat of your parents' car
it was a summer fling
and it didn't mean anything
and you can cry your eyes out on the phone
oh yeah
