Stole the last summer day
Like an old crook
Making his way through the local store
With his pockets full of trinkets

Stole the last summer day
From its rightful owner
Like that rare parking spot in the midst of jam
You took before the one who’d seen it first

Stole the last summer day
They said it would rain
They were wrong
About that and all the days that followed

Talked too much
Guess I said more with a smile
And exhales from time to time

Kept a chestnut in my pocket
Squeezing it tight
So my fist would hurt
Thus make the heart bleed less

Threw the trinkets in the air
Shook off my thoughts by waving the hair

Yet one thought has remained
Seeing you was lovely
On the last summer day