End of August

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Richie and Austen are often along for the ride

They don't say a lot, but they know every inch of this drive

If these trees started talkin', I bet you they'd only talk shit

'Cause we never do anythin' real, we just talk about it

Endin' of August, the bugs are just starting to die

All the neighbors are votin' for someone who wins every time

And I thought getting older meant knowin' it's too late to try

And I tried getting sober, I swear I did better this time

Ooh, hm

Ooh, hm

Ooh, hm

Ooh, hm (ooh)

Whoa, everythin' you see out here will die

Oh, it's a matter of time 'til it's

Fields of ice and reflector lights

'Til it's our town, mm

And anythin' you need, I will provide

A ride home or an alibi

I know the traffic light you can speed right by

'Cause the camera's down

And I follow New York plates to the county line

I ignore 'em when they wave on 89

The minute that September hits

I'm goin' off my medicine, oh

Late August angst, and a pointless night

Ooh, and the feeling of being alive

For the first time, in a long time

Oh we're a drawing of a place

We're a photo on the fridge

They mined copper for years

Oh, there was nothing left to dig

It's a place where most kids

Just grow up and have kids, who grow up and have kids

Who build homes for the rich, oh

Whoa, everything you see out here will die

Ooh, it's a matter of time 'til it's

Fields of ice and reflector lights

'Til it's our town

'Til it's our town

'Til it's our town

And it's ours now

'Cause it's ours now