Have a Great Summer

It's in a styrofoam cup mixed in with your soda pop and somehow now you think all of my jokes are funny
And now you're saying everything you're thinking and the conversation's starting to get just a little darker asking
Why I would ever leave you when there's a college in our town
I don't know, but

Have a great summer, man
You know that some of us will be better at being bored
Than we could be fine
Will we ever be fine
I hope the rest of my life ain't as long as this

And now you're standing right in front of me in that pool in the backyard of someone's house
With arms wide open, I know that you're joking, you can't take me serious
It's more than the cold that makes this skeleton shake so much
You know I've never been that good of a swimmer

And you're thinking "the old days were so good when the kids were all alive"
Wipe the asphalt off my palms, what's the point in cleaning up
When you'll probably be here again
Again and again and again