It's summertime and you're in your red shorts Picking cigarette butts off of the floor Daddy told me just to stay away But you came back for more Falling up this staircase While you're strolling towards me Wearing truth with rolled up sleeves And after summer it's you I wish I heard it from you You sure have an awful way to say that I don't love you The truth doesn't care to be cruel or rude And I never wanted this And all he wanted was fists I think I'm too old for this I'm too fucking old for this And every word of it's true That after summer it's you