I miss last summer
And mattresses on the floor
And empty liquor bottles
And coming back for more.
I miss the beginning
How strange it might have seemed
That the adventures I now look back on
Now sit on my mind like fuzzy dreams.
Your car was way too hot for me
Most rides were windows down
Can’t forget falling asleep in your passenger seat
Whenever you drove around.
Each day was nothing different
Laying on that trampoline became routine
But that’s what I loved the most
Like in a movie, we played the scenes.
I miss last summer
And a room without a door
And a front porch covered in people
With the one that I adored.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
I miss last summer
And mattresses on the floor
And empty liquor bottles
And coming back for more.
I miss the beginning
How strange it might have seemed
That the adventures I now look back on
Now sit on my mind like fuzzy dreams.
Your car was way too hot for me
Most rides were windows down
Can’t forget falling asleep in your passenger seat
Whenever you drove around.
Each day was nothing different
Laying on that trampoline became routine
But that’s what I loved the most
Like in a movie, we played the scenes.
I miss last summer
And a room without a door
And a front porch covered in people
With the one that I adored.
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