I realized i had a crush on you as we went to your house to play guitar
We talked about centralia and the suburbs of seattle and how we lost our virginity
And all the lovers that we'd left behind
And then we left your house behind
With your brother sharing half of a clove cigarette
On the walk between your house and mine a full moon hung halfway in the sky
We went to a cottage filled with straw and hobo spiders and made-out in the loft
And when i said that it felt good to touch you
You said it feld good to be touched
And i thought right now that's enough
We lay with our back against the roud, staring up into a star-filled sky
And i think how some stars still burn and some of them died long-ago, and then a car came by
And where do all these memories we have go when we die?
Like our childhoods packed away in boxes left behind
Oh i love these summer nights