At The Waterfront

This is not true nothing
That i write is true
Just a drunken teenage memory
That will never replace you
The moon shines brighter
Than an october sun tonight
Waving hands that tell a forever goodbye
Meet you at sundown here to say goodbye
Meet me at sundown there
Summer
Another wednesday morning
Is tearing me apart
I should stop drinking that much
This is not my summer, not my thrill
It has never been and never will