Summer, Man - Taking Back Sunday

I played dead, immersed in that

Technicoloured kind of black and white type

Counting one to seven through the roof

If my lady only knew how high

I am, I am tonight

I crack open the safe myself, now

Forty-five, twenty-two, June until September,

Three months 'til December.

The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.

'Cause I ain’t working for you anymore,

No, I ain’t working for you anymore,

So go prove to the world

What you already proved

That you just couldn’t do on your own.

Let’s have a talk about the good times

Boy, you were always giving in Let’s have a talk about the good times

Boy, you were only giving in The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.

The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.

Let’s have a talk about the good times

Boy, you were always giving in Let’s have a talk about the good times

Boy, you were only giving in to…

The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.

The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.

The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.

The summer is over

And I doubt, I doubt

I’ll be seeing you around.

I’ll be seeing you around.