Local H - Summer Of Boats

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