[ Featuring Matt Jones ]
Swing our legs over the balcony
San Francisco summer fog and bare feet
Purple lipstick staining your cheeks
And you look so happy
Four different colors of hair dye
Three years of French
Two apartments
I stopped by
We discovered the world in our spare time
Boy bands and cheap brands and
Rooftops that we climbed
Swing our legs over the balcony
You say
College summers cheer me up and drown me
And I say I know just what you mean
But we both know
I built a house next door
We speak through open windows
Across the space between
Four different colors of hair dye
Three years of French
Two apartments
I stopped by
We discovered the world in our spare time
You named our bench by the BART trains
Where you cried
Countless times
There's a way you talk about the things you don't say
Whole cities take on what you've left in the grey
And I've never asked about it, maybe one of these days
But for now it's easier that way
Four different colors of hair dye
Three years of French
Two apartments
I stopped by
I'll be leaving again in the fall but
I'm lucky to know you
I hope that you call sometimes
