My room is dark and cold
And I'm beginning to think about summer and how I've gotten so old
I'll be sixteen in six days
And I miss summer and the warmth of the suns rays
I think my best summer was two years ago
For many a reason, you know
I remember sitting out on warm pavement, brushing bubbles out of our hair
Breathing in the nine o'clock summer air
Where it was okay to take a walk and look at the stars
Without things being complicated or over thought
There was a trip to a carnival where everything fell apart
But we all found love among the broken hearts
I remember throwing rubber ducks at my best friends
Everything was so much easier back then
There were farmers' markets and radishes (don't ask)
And something along the lines of questions that didn't need to be asked
"Want to dance?" and "Really?"
With responses like I don't know or maybe
There were only sandals and small pools way back when
And I never thought that would end
Until everything got complicated with everyone
And I was tired of being left alone
I think that was before all that love too
Remember how easy that was?