Текст (слова) песни: Ass Ponys - Dried Up

Hang dog you sitting and counting nameless stars

And when you look down youre beginning to fall away

You dried up like an august creekbed

I mounted in an album

With some photos of your summer friends

I cant tell what the note on the back said

Youre moving like a poem

And it hurts to see you going

I recall the smell of summer on your skin

We were seventeen

And everything was pounding and it wouldnt stop

Its hard to put to words what I was thinking then

I dont know, we were alive or something

Browned off sitting amidst the endless cars

And when you stall out

Theyre beginning to pull away

You dried up like an august creekbed

I mounted in an album

With some photos of your summer friends

I cant tell what the note on the back said

Youre moving like a poem

And it hurts to see you going

I remember licking ice cream off your chin

We were seventeen

And everything was pounding and it wouldnt stop

Its hard to put to words what I was thinking then

I dont know, we were in love or something

I recall the smell of summer on your skin

We were seventeen

And everything was pounding and it wouldnt stop

Its hard to put to words what I was thinking then

I dont know, we were alive or something

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