Atlanta Summers
Summers
Spent in
Atlanta
Well the first
To say
More or less
To believe in a
Likely
Scenario
The
Sun
Beating
Down
Making the
Beer
Sweat
That I drink
A lady
To tend to
Rather not
Tend
But just
Love
Parks
Similiar
To what
I'm used to
And I'd meet
New
People
Her
Rather
Here
But I guess
I can
Wait
Until
The summer
After this
When she comes
Back
Back
For good
All Smiles
And I see your
Picture
I know
for
Once in my life
I could never
Love a person
That smile
Like
I do yours
Even
As time
Grows
Us apart
or
What have you
I stumble
Upon
And I see
Your face
That smile
Years after
The fact
The spark
Lost
Reignited
At least
For the moment
I Never Thought
And
Well
I never thought
Of you
That way
Well I did
But that
Was
When we first
Met
And now
As if it's a
Distant
Memory
Only to
Smile
When
Looking
Back on
And when
you
Least expect it
You say
Goodbye
Rather
Hello
Just
So I know
You're leaving
And your
Journal entries
Although
I never read
I'm sure
They would
Be NY Times
Best sellers
In my mind
But if
I ever
Really did
I would
Understand
Why
And understand
You
So I guess
It's hello
And I guess
This means
Goodbye
So Tough
Toughness
in my voice
As if catching you
Cheating
Doesn't breed
Toughness
But
The weekend
Prevails
A
Soft
Spot for
You
Always
And
Forever
But
You'll
Just
Never
Make it
Back
If You're Willing
And the strange thing
Is you see it
I see it
I know what
Lies ahead
The golden
Dreams
The ones I slept
In late
For
The ones
I believed in
Well they're
Happening
Right now
But
In the same
Dream
I dream
Day dream
Because this
Planned out
Fortune
Isn't
My style
Rather
I'm not
Perfect
For her
So let's
Run away
Together
And forget
Eveything
and
Everyone
Else
If you're
Willing
That is
Just Browsing
Because I don't date
Don't hate
But I browse
Shopping
Daily
But buying
Never
Clearance
Take home
Value
Late night
Bars close
Final offer
Leave it
Next to
The check
I'd rather
Sleep
Alone
Ok
But wake up
Next to
Her
But her
Isn't
You
Rather
Imaginary
Enough
To put
Me to
Sleep
And if
You were
Real
Matches
Internet sites
Would make
Money
Off this
But until
Then I
Just
Wish
Can I help
You
No
Thanks
I'm just
Browsing
That cold feeling
And sometimes
I wake up
In a big bed
Cold sheets
And it takes a
Second
To realize
I'm not
In a hotel
I'm home
It feels like one though
Although
Hotels
Don't feel
Like prisons
Because there's no
One
Waking up
Next to
You
And the money
You can pay
To wake up
Feeling warm
Well it
Doesn't smell
The same
As for the sheets
They're to big
For the space I
Take
Or lack
When I
Sleep
For how warm
I'm supposed to
Feel
I still wake
Up
Feeling cold
And empty
