Last Days of Summer in San Francisco

We spent July in a Berkeley basement
Half-read books and bold declarations
There was so much I didn't believe in
And then, there was you

You made me brave
You made me stupid
Gave me this skin
That I could move in
We're gonna leave them where they stand
We'll leave them where they

Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in
We'll fade out to whispers
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco

The kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles
The J Church rolls and rattles our windows
There's no nostalgia here it's just now, baby, now

I was a fire that you started
For once I knew everything that I wanted
We're gonna leave them where they stand
We'll leave them where they

Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in
We'll fade out to whispers
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco

Love, no one cares about the stories they're not in
We'll fade out to whispers
It's the last days of summer in San Francisco

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