Take me back to buffalo,
i can’t stand what i did to you
take me back to buffalo,
i can’t stand what i did to you- how could i leave our love hanging, in between locker room runways
i had a nice god, or goddess it didn’t really matter, we made it work for our age, we were in love—
then i had to leave you
to go die in a place faraway
but i really miss how the summer sun above us used to taste
you loved your matching neon, loved all the hidings we would do
and i hated it but i was just so in love with you
you listened to jonathan richman
i loved how he sounded when we were laying down
he sounds like the heaven we’d kill that i hear to this day
and now i’m having troubles shaking off that summer feeling
that i’m aching for so badly
we could’ve climbed
all the mountains in colorado
and i know your staying there now
but i want what we had back
down in buffalo
when nothing used to matter…