Empty cans of soda bottles
Lying on the floor
She's standing in the corner
In a dress she never wore
Time begins to pass
As she fidgets for her phone
She begins to see again
That's she's standing all alone.
Time is passing
Her lips are red
And so are her eyes
She slides down the wall
With a worrying fall
And then begins to cry
When she's done
She grabs her phone
And dials an old lover
She confesses love
And cries again
For this is how she's spending her summer
