You held me one last time
You tell me what I don't want to hear
This is the end of the summer
There is no way we could ever make this work
We live in two separate states
You tell me that maybe we can try again next summer
If we're both counselors again
But I don't want to wait
I just want to hold you
I know that we could make this work
As you walk away I want to beg you to stay
But the words just wont come
You have my number and you promised to call
And I know that you will
But two months go by and that call never comes
And I slowly realize it never will
I was just your summer fling
