Last Summer of Romance

Did you think you were doing me a favor?
Or that maybe you could save me?
We can fight, the old you versus the new me,
You can't play a game missing all of its pieces, and I won't commit any piece to you,
You would be better off at the bottom of a cliff with your understandings that this was going to give you a big fucking smile,
It was your last summer of romance, as you broke through hearts with a dozen bullets,
I won't persist with attempts to give you a hotline,
My words to you were riddles your ears tried to put together,
But your mind is afraid to interpret;
So grow up, this will be my last romantic summer,
My next mission will be much easier,
Once you realize this truly is for you