May: The Summer Of Boats - Local H

And you’re allowed to change, you have permission to try

You’re movin' off to Salt Lake and no one will ask why

Movin' off in June, not a day too soon

It all seems so perfectly strange

Break it all in two and you’ll be orphaned too

It’s all just so perfectly strange

And I’m allowed to break when my shit’s wrapped too tight

And though it all seems strange, this compulsion to die

Shovin' off from shore, can’t take any more

It all seems so perfectly lame

Liftin' up on four, breakin' down the doors

It’s all just so perfectly lame

Life was perfectly sad, it’s perfectly sadder now

And I’m allowed to break, a simple catch in the throat

Was it all that great back in the summer of boats?

You’re allowed to change you don’t need permission to try

You’re movin' off to Salt Lake and no one will ask why

Break it all in two, do what you have to do

It all seems so perfectly plain

I’ll make a shrine for you and you can burn that, too

It’s all just so perfectly, perfectly

Life was perfectly sad, it’s perfectly sadder now