You and I were the best of friends,
We did everything together,
As the spring months came to their ends,
We waited for the start of the summer,

We had odd jobs at the start,
But the money wasn't enough,
To keep us that far apart,
we spent our time looking through old stuff,

We would listen to the old radio in the attic,
turning through the channels to find the right static,
to sing the songs of our Summer Playlist,
every song was a time we cherished,

When the Summer started to fade,
We couldn't see each other everyday,
School started and we had seperate classes,
Our classes together went by the fastest,

When the weekend came,
Back to the attic,
The radio station was always the same,
We turn it to the same summertime static,

When winter came the snow did too,
The months dragged on until Christmas came,
We went to the attic for something to do,
That radio station always stayed the same,

Some new songs were added to our Summer Playlist,
Some new memories were made to be cherished,
No matter the time of the year,
We always knew the radio was there,

To play our favorite station of summer static,
Singing our Summer Playlist songs,
Singing together in the attic,
The only place where we belong,

A New Year starts and the snow goes away,
We start hanging out again everyday,
There has been another year of being true friends,
The Seasons change and we start all over again

Back to the Attic in the summer sun,
It started off strange but then came the fun,
We'd changed over the year, but we still loved the attic,
The Radio's broken, but we still love the static.