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