Took a walk in St. Augustine
November, don't make me break
Maybe I don't need to
But I want to carry this weight
November, take away her heartache
I'd drag around that anchor for you
If you'd let me
I tried to fill the void
To show that I get it too

When you feel so ruined
It's hard for anyone to get through
When I hear her hollow voice
I think back to who we used to be
We all used to be so carefree
Our names on the marquee
But now it's so plain to see
I'm dying to be a nominee to join in your misery

Took a walk in St. Augustine
Felt like no matter how much
We tried to wash our hands of the past
They never felt clean
I got so swept up in my fantasies
And before I knew it I was feeling eighteen
I'll try not to hide behind metaphors
Please let me play editor to the script of the questioner

Where can I fit in?
Where do we begin?
How come I'm always the one
To take it on the chin
I'm jaded, but still holding on
Give me a minute
To sort through all the things
I'm considering expanding upon

I feel a crushing loneliness
So I'm fighting against becoming withdrawn
You may be hurt, but not all is gone
Not all is gone

Took a walk in St. Augustine
Tried to find a way to ease it all away
Dreamt of yesterday
And how I wished we could turn back time
But I swallowed my pride
It's all so fucking cliche

It's all so fucking cliche
I'll try to forget about the endless summer
And go back home alone, wondering of all the things
That could have been
We could have been