The Seventeenth of June

I found your number On an old receipt I kept Hidden in a drawer With things I never checked June seventeenth Written in black ink The night we sat for hours By the kitchen sink You said California Felt too small for you I laughed and said You always needed something new I didn't know That in a month you'd leave Some warnings only make sense Looking back at what they've been Now the summer's back And the air feels the same But nobody says My name the way you did June seventeenth You're still where I left you In the back of my mind Like a room I still walk into June seventeenth I can say that I'm okay But every summer finds The words I never got to say Your coffee mug Stayed above the stove For almost six months Before I let it go I saw your sister At a traffic light She asked me how I've been I lied and said alright Then drove around the block For half an hour more Trying not to park Outside your old front door I thought that time Would make the feeling fade Turns out some memories Simply learn to change Now the summer's back And the air feels the same But nobody says My name the way you did June seventeenth You're still where I left you In the back of my mind Like a room I still walk into June seventeenth I can say that I'm okay But every summer finds The words I never got to say Maybe growing up Is learning what remains After all the plans We never got to make Some people leave Without a final scene And all that's left Is June seventeenth June seventeenth You're still where I left you In the back of my mind Like a room I still walk into June seventeenth I can say that I'm okay But every summer finds The words I never got to say June seventeenth June seventeenth The calendar moved on But the night still stays