August is the hottest month of the year, and I can't stand another night with this fan blowing in my ear
So I'll go and walk the two blocks to your home, I can't stand the heat (it's killing me) but it's better than being cold

And I stole the solar lights right off your lawn, but you were never gone

You stayed home for Thanksgiving freshman year, and I thought it was over but you're still here, so we'll spend all of our time up in your attic, with a view of the roundabout I'm getting so sick of sound

You stayed home for Thanksgiving freshman year, you're gone for the weekend so I'll stay here, and I'll sit inside my room until your home, so you can come over and I don't have to smoke alone