I wanted to be your summer, I wanted to get stuck in your smile. I wanted to forget what was bothering me and hang around for a while. Yeah I fucked up that summer. I was such a bummer. I didn't realize you and I were ruining eachother. Now I'm waking up from dreams of people and places I wish I could see. This grey sky out the window, there's nothing but the cold. I should of had something to say, I let it all just slip away. I should've known what to do, maybe I'd still be talking to you. But I was holding on too long, I'm looking around and finally see nothing will be waiting for me. Except the cold. Frozen lawns and dead trees, rock salted streets and brown leaves. It keeps me wondering. Why? Good people always have to leave too soon.
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