Mercury Lounge

Burn my pockets dry
And cancel all my credit cards at Mercury Lounge
And open up my phone
My friend is missing and I just left town

And then you scribble me out
I smash up my guitar
I ripped up every page
Even the art

I know that we're hurting
But I am deserving
Of some kind of closure
I know you don't forget
And I'll never forgive
For I miss the summer

You owe me my childhood
The bitter years you taught me to hate myself
The field of thorns
You dragged me hand-first into
Forced yourself into my head
And forcing me into your arms
When I fade will you forget me?
Living is folly and death is empty
Where does that leave you?
Robbing me of sense of strength of love
Leaving me, my eyes, my guts, my blood
Animated by habit alone
Petrified when the flame is gone
When the hate is gone and the engine's blown
Leave me by the wayside to fend for my own
Wasting away in the Sunday paper
Perish the thought that you ever cared

I know that we're hurting
But I am deserving
Of some kind of closure
I know you don't forget
And I'll never forgive
For I miss the summer