Turn away from the piano,
And look me in the eyes as you used to.
Tell me what you remember of that warm July,
Tell me what you could never admit.

Can you stand to see me anymore?
Can you stand to be near me anymore?

The leaves began to fall a bit early,
I remember,
As we made vows to spend each day,
Together.

As the heat of August turned to run,
My calls went unheard.
As school bells and backpacks emerged,
You were nowhere to be found.

Remember what you felt,
Remember what you spoke,
Remember,
You have no interest in girls.