Driving through Ghosttown,
Metal horses a thousand feet high,
Orange sky.
Pulling your top down,
In the back of some prettyboy's ride
You get high.
Avenues
Empty as .44 clips,
Cargo ships, teen zombies ghost-riding their whips,
See how they play.
You're always summer breaking,
Running wild in the street after dark,
You're always summer breaking,
Hanging out with the boys in the park.
Summer is gone,
You're gonna need someone
To break your fall.
Give him a haircut
In the old kitchen chair in your yard,
Saint Delilah.
He thinks you care,
Does he know you're too bright and too hard
Like a diamond?
Play your game,
Play him the way you played me,
Be the girl you pretend to pretend not to be,
See how they play.
You're always summer breaking,
Running wild in the street after dark,
You're always summer breaking,
Hanging out with the boys in the park.
Summer is gone,
You're gonna need someone
To break your fall.