i gave back the t-shirt that you'd always wearni went by your work & just left it therenall the leaves are brownn& it's autumn nownnit was a summer flingndon't take it personal or anythingnyou can wear your heart on your sleevenbut pull your sweater overnnno more kisses under shooting starsnno more rides on the handlebarsnno more drive-insnin the back seat of your parents' carnnit was a summer flingn& it didn't mean anythingn& you can cry your eyes out on the phonenoh yeahn