Running through the Tøyen arboretum in the spring

Flashback, like a cutaway scene Running through the Tøyen arboretum in the spring And if my memory's as sure as it seems Then why wouldn't July say a god damn thing? Cause June don't mean that much to me June won't mean that much to me You and I, we were both sixteen It was May after school, making out in the backseat Where the water meets the wall, no, more like spitting on a flame-- This Aprils burning out just, just as quick as she came Cause June don't mean that much to me June don't mean that much to me