Casiotone For The Painfully Alone In A Green Cotton Sweater

I gave back the t-shirt that you’d always wear
I went by your work & just left it there
All the leaves are brown
& 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
& it didn’t mean anything
& you can cry your eyes out on the phone
Oh yeah