In the month of June, in year old perfume
I tried to drown you out
Found myself down, stumbling around
only you I thought about

Bought myself breakfast at the place we used to go
Diner lights fight with last nights merlot
Guess I’ll call it a day and try again tomorrow

And I bet you told your mother what a mess I became
To try and keep me from dancing on the back of your brain
It’s not for me to say cause I left you anyways
but sometimes I wish that you would’ve let me stay