Well, the flies finally came for the recycling bin
I dropped a piece of old fruit into a booby-trapped tin
Another summer in Somerville getting dragged down the street like a dump truck

I walked down to the Mystic at midnight again
Trying to escape the panicked smell of everybody else’s trashcans
And the water glowed like a TV left on after the shows

And the mosquitoes droned heavy and fat, and I knew
You were across the river in Medford with somebody new
Another summer in Somerville getting dragged downstream
Like a salmon losing all of its skin

Whiskey afternoons give way to lonely nights
Ride the bus all day, try to stay occupied
I’ve taken up the blues, every song goes out to you
I can’t wait ‘til the summer is through

Staring at the sun, willing it to set
I bet the days would pass much faster if we’d never met
Say you want to be my friend
In the drunk text messages you send
Summer in Somerville dragging slow and hard like a matchstick

Summer in Somerville dragging you around
Another summer in Somerville dragging you around
Summer in Somerville

I took another cold shower at 10 in the morning
I was screaming as loud as I could before I knew what I was doing
It’s summer in West Somerville and the kids are running through the roads
like chickens on fire
(It’s summer in East Somerville, 86 is running slow, and my legs are so tired)