I feel nostalgic for the love you haven't given me
For a life that wasn't mine to live

And it burns like nothing else to feel your poetry all over her
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be a song

But there are still so many stars I want to show you
And so many things I want to see through your eyes

Watching the seasons pass feels different when I'm holding your hand
And I could get used to feeling like I'm not sure what comes next

So I hope the summer hasn't swept you away into the undertoe
Because I'm waiting under a canopy of colored leaves
To see autumn on by your side