The last day of summer's due
And I bet it looks good on you
So let's find some bottles of something
And ignore all the truths of consequence

You bring the sandwiches
And I'll bring the neediness
And a story about the lone ranger walking into a bar
And I know it's is stupid and so inappropriate
But I'm tired of truth and consequence
We’ll talk about the weather
And how our sounds are all the same
The pointlessness of phone book listings
When you don’t know my name

I'll lie about your summer dress
Just to play coy, I guess
When you ask and I say that it's boring
When really it swirls just like a weapon, a bank heist utility
In the hands of a skillful hypnotist
We’ll talk about the weather
And how our sounds are all the same
The pointlessness of tenderness when words are only waves
And you don’t know my name
You don't know my name

Don't mind the distant assembling thunder clouds
They're only baboons and candy floss
Because I'm gonna put you up to it
You just don't know it yet
And you'll fall like apples and empires
Until there's nothing but hearts and consequence