Say you've forgot but i know you've not. Say it's you and me. No, no i can't agree, 'cause when we're alone I trace the seams you've sewn. Kisses hide the stitches but I pried and found the pictures. Should i go if you're still basking in the afterglow? We could have been a pair. Can't share a heart that's not there. Lost, it's not even on her: the cost of that fateful summer. And I tried to fill her britches. Does it show? 'Cause you're still basking in the afterglow. My heart is strong and I can take it, but there ain't no cure for your summertime blues.