Cigarettes and innocence are scattered on the floor
It's the first of October and the summer is gone
You can't walk away and try claim that none of this was real
Sometimes autumn is confusing and I know exactly how you feel
And somewhere you want to go from here
Well, I'd rather learn to sleep alone
And I swear I die inside some nights
As the winter comes on, 'cause the summer is gone
Children's games, freezing rain, and Carolina nights
Get confused out in Brooklyn where promises die
You can contemplate and half-explain and justify yourself
To anyone who wants to listen if your answers seem heartfelt
And somewhere you want to go from here
Well, I'd rather learn to sleep alone
And I swear I die inside some nights
As the winter comes on, 'cause the summer is gone
No one believes all the truth that you have while you dream
And no one believes
And no one believes, so please just stop screaming at me
Won't you please just stop screaming at me?
Won't you please just stop screaming at me?
Won't you please just stop screaming at me?
Won't you please just stop screaming at me?
Wherever you want to go from here
Well, I hope you learn to sleep alone
And I pray you die inside some nights
As the winter comes on, 'cause the summer is gone
Oh, the summer is gone
Oh, the summer is gone
Oh, the summer is gone
Summer Is Gone was written by Ron Pope.
Ron Pope released Summer Is Gone on Tue May 12 2009.