i can't help it,
everyday,
whatever I do,
we grow older.
i'd love to grow old with you,
but I'm not ready to give up my youth.
heavenly thoughts in you,
nostalgic thoughts untrue:
take me back to when
bike rides and ice cream ruled my land.
steak on the grill, corn on the cob,
fed my summer trance.
take me back to when
a simple sunset caught my glance.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
i can't help it,
everyday,
whatever I do,
we grow older.
i'd love to grow old with you,
but I'm not ready to give up my youth.
heavenly thoughts in you,
nostalgic thoughts untrue:
take me back to when
bike rides and ice cream ruled my land.
steak on the grill, corn on the cob,
fed my summer trance.
take me back to when
a simple sunset caught my glance.
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