Bummer

This is just a product of late night alcohol I listen to my voice echo down the empty hall And as I'm naked in my house because it's summer I think how all of love's small flares turn out a bummer It's the distance that you walk without your shoes on It's the moonless road you drive without your lights on It's the book you always read with pages missing It's the night at New Year's Eve where no one's kissing It's the party that you have where no one shows up It's the years that seem to pass and you don't grow up It's the love you hear of in songs but never find it And though you know you never will, you write about it