I know it's sad when friendships die away
But, it happens to everyone every day
Putting on lotion on every inch you can reach of your skin
You give me such an impression, I surrender you win

On the second of July, I stumbled my toe
It was two thousand and ten, and my brother was in Mexico
I followed you up and then down in the land of Cherokee
You told me a story of a woman: she was tortured so badly

My sunglasses magically turned my eyes into microscopes
I used these new powers to cross-section tiny seeds and dying hopes
We were located atop a tunnel above interstate sixty four
We silently let all the cars pass, and one honked its horn

But an intense judgment came o'er my face
This is neither the time or the place
You disrupted my beautiful afternoon
Afternoon to you too