Lonesome Summertime

Lake water tousles the hair that is grown past your eyes Thrown open windows, with the familiar smell of another lonesome summertime Laughter fills my memories, feeling dreamy, young, and free Growing old is a dull ache of knowing that I'll never again mean what you once did to me Can you see Can you see what's left behind Maybe it's too soon to forget and stop crying Can you see Can you see what's left behind Just me and myself and my lonesome summertime I've seen you in passing, I noticed the life left your eyes Though your words smooth like honey, have a meaning as lethal as swimming with lightning skies When weddings feel like funerals Like the ending of all times April turns to May and May turns to June I resist the urge to dive into that pool Can you see Can you see what's left behind Maybe it's too soon to forget and stop crying Can you see Can you see what's left behind Just me and myself and my lonesome summertime I've always hated children Maybe because I've never felt like one of them With their soft smiles in the sunshine I wish I could feel that content There has to be some grace in trying to grieve for your childhood Because I cannot comprehend why the woman in the mirror is standing where a child should Can you see Can you see what's left behind Maybe it's too soon to forget and stop crying Can you see Can you see what's left behind Just me and myself and my lonesome summertime