Shitty Memories from Teenage Summer by High Home

Can I come over after work?
It was the worst shift of my life.
I know it's only 3 pm,
but I don't think I can sleep tonight.
We can lay awake and never say a word,
but it's not the conversations, it's the words you never heard.

Can I come over after class?
There's nothing else to do tonight.
This city sucks, I'm broke as fuck,
and I get so sad alone at night.
We can order food and watch New Girl all day,
fuck 'til we both fall asleep and pray these shitty memories will go away.

And now, you're just a shitty memory,
one I buried a mile below the sea
where you swam to shore and swore you don't remember me
and everything I said we'd never be.

Can we go out for drinks sometime?
I haven't seen you in a year.
I wanna know you're still alive,
want you to know that I'm still here.
It doesn't have to be romantic, 'cause I'm sure I got over you so long ago.
I don't lay here in pieces anymore.

• Americana
• Pop Punk
• Punk
• alternative
• heartland punk
• nostalgia
• Mississauga