It's staying up until four in the morning,
When you finally pass out next to your best friend.
It's the sand between your toes,
And making some tan lines at the beach.

It's going outside during a rain storm,
And running around,
Screaming and hollering,
As the warm water hits your body.

It's bare feet hanging out the car window,
And silly sunglasses selfies with your crew.
It's movies and bands all night,
Getting so tired that you cry over your celebrity crush's,
With no real control over your emotions.

It's waking up in the after noon,
And falling asleep in the morning.
It's the feeling of just being free.

It's long boards,
And flip flops.
It's bikini's,
And Ray Band's.
It's Warped Tour,
And shopping.

The rush you get,
When you jump into his arms,
After not seeing him for a few days,
Breathing in the scent of his,
Old over worn t-shirt.

It's being able to hang with my girls,
Not caring what other people think.
Dancing like idiots,
Singing at the top our lungs,
Running around 'til we fall to our knees,
Breathless.

It's what summer is to me.

If my summer was perfect.

Which it will be,
From here on out.

Me and my crew,
And our perfect summer.

It's what I want.