summer will come again,
i know.

and i know it won't be the same
won't be so sparkly,
so new.

but it'll be good.
great, even.
of that i'm sure.

i count each month together
and wear it like a badge
another one,
done.

another month closer
to summer.
to real life,
together.

and to be honest,
i don't really know how to say it
(without sounding silly).
don't know how to explain
that i'm tied to you
(you're stuck with me).
don't know how to explain that
somehow i've learned how to solder our bond,
make it last forever
(at least, that's how it feels).

and i know what they'll say,
what they might already be saying:
rose-colored glasses,
and all that jazz.
but i know it's not that,
i know it's different.
i know it's real.

i know
that even in the darkest room i could still find my way to you,
could feel your presence with my eyes closed
and my hands tied.

and for now,
if only for now,
that's got to be enough
for me, at least.

can't keep looking towards the future
can't look into some sort of crystal ball,
for some sort of irrefutable proof that this is real
and meant to be.

and i think
that might just be enough
for me,
for now.