Sailing on a summer breeze
And looking up into trees
To try and find the sky
I like rolling down grassy hills
And things that were built to spill
And how birds can fly so high
I like the smell of roasted nuts
And pulling myself out of ruts
And not having to say goodbye
I like looking at the constellations
And not settling for consolations
But most of all, I'm not gonna lie
I like how I feel, who I am
With you