If I kiss you where it hurts would you feel better, better, better at all

Tonight was officially the last night of summer, it's sort of strange to be honest. I don't see myself actually going to classes tomorrow morning. But, unfortunately I will be in a statistics class at 9:30 am wondering why I decided taking this class was a good idea. I am seeing someone I haven't seen in a month on Tuesday for reasons I can't even tell you. It should be interesting and uncomfortable, but I'm still optimistic about it. I finger the bracelets on my right wrist, my only visible attachment left from summer other than my tan. I don't want it to end, but really I should sleep and not think about you anymore than I already am.

This seems all too familiar, but at the same time it really is someone else, a different time and a better place.
We sat in your hide away watching each others' faces and the lights of the candles flickering.
Smoking, and talking.
I watched you watching me, laughing around each bend and turn, faster and faster.
And you've got lips I could spend a day with.