Does it matter if I tried my level best? Is there a pattern to all the things we said? It doesn't feel like anything It's fraying at the edge Sleeping off the hunger Let it play out in my head I know that she won't Be picking up the fucking phone When I call from my car Explaining why I'm not at home It just got dumber All summer It just kept getting dumber She had a thing about the corner store We had to go inside each time That we walked past all summer long She did a lot of acid It didn't seem to help I couldn't concentrate on too much myself Didn't mean to stare Didn't want to talk I said, "I don't feel great" And then I needed out I know that she won't Be picking up the fucking phone When I call from my car Explaining what I'm not at home It just got dumber All summer It just kept getting dumber You can tell 'em whatever you want to It doesn't matter It can't be that important I'll call you when I reach the Georgia border But I'm never going back to fucking Florida I'm never going back to fucking Florida