It's all I can do
To write about you
Now that you've found another
We had so much fun
In the nude all June
Who cares it pissed off your mother
I miss your hair
Miss your August gloom
I miss your thing for Burnett's
So what can I do
When the sun sinks low
And the moon slinks picturesque
The morning mist forms a dew
On grass never seen
By your eyes
An endless green
Because they left me long ago
When we were both seventeen
In Aberdeen
Sure, you looked cool
In your Cass McCombs shirt
But we grew up
You gave in
You made me a mix
I still listen to some
I don't like most of it
Anymore
The morning mist forms a dew
On grass never seen
By your eyes
An endless green
Because they left me long ago
When we were both seventeen
In Aberdeen
It's all I can do
To sit and think of you
It's all I can do
To sleep and dream of you
I don't know why
But I think I still love you
If only in Aberdeen