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Seasonal Lover

Trying to make peace with your checkered past
Trying to justify always coming in last
Someday you're gonna blow this stinkin town
But your chances of workin are next to nothing
A mop and a bucket or a pizza oven
Ain't something you can go to pound for pound

But you smile wide thinkin bout June
In the morning sun of your room
But the storms rolled in by noon...

And you're stuck in the lure of an alternate world
In the embrace of a solitary girl
Look at her dress as she spins and twirls
But now you're just dreaming about dancing
From the songs on the radio
And your windows into relationships
Are scripted reality shows

There's no other
Shelter or cover
For a seasonal lover.

A warning line was drawn, but you came on over
Left screaming down the alley at a four-leaf clover
Well, I guess they'll keep you walking for a while
Tracking cracks beneath your feet can really help you think
Maybe dinner and a movie or a couple of drinks
Yeah, something to keep her talking that's worthwhile

Lost in the night sky with July
She was the only good reason to try
And she's still the longest goodbye...

And you're stuck in the lure of an alternate world
In the embrace of a solitary girl
Look at her dress as she spins and twirls
But now you're just dreaming about dancing
From the songs on the radio
And your windows into relationships
Are scripted reality shows

There's no other
Shelter or cover
For a seasonal lover.

Taking inventory: check. There's a beating heart
But your anxiety is blurring out a place to start
Every dumb choice seems to earn its own debate.
If you had a second chance, if there was better weather
Maybe you'd get lucky, you would get it together
Cause nothing's ever been brought out to you on a plate

But your heart beats hard for August
She was keen and clean and honest
But you were angry, tired, and lawless

And you're stuck in the lure of an alternate world
In the embrace of a solitary girl
Look at her dress as she spins and twirls
But now you're just dreaming about dancing
From the songs on the radio
And your only concept of love
Comes from some scripted reality show

There's no other
Shelter or cover
For a seasonal lover.
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