I gave back the t-shirt that you'd always wear I went by your work & just left it there All the leaves are brown & It's autumn now It was a summer fling Don't take it personal or anything You can wear your heart on your sleeve But pull your sweater over No more kisses under shooting stars No more rides on the handlebars No more drive-ins In the back seat of your parents' car It was a summer fling & It didn't mean anything & You can cry your eyes out on the phone Oh yeah