summer
We sip sip cold coffee, in the morning light.
We wake up all heavy, to another fight.
Oh.
I fell for you when we were in a sun drunk haze.
Autumn came and strawberries had lost their taste.
We had different summers, baby.
Mine was a little bit dimmer than yours.
Than yours, oh. (x4)
You talk talk in poems, no one understands.
You got grand ideas, but you got no plans.
I fell for you when we were in a sun drunk haze.
Winter came and I could barely see your face.
We had different summers, baby.
Mine was a little bit dimmer than yours.
Than yours, oh. (x4)
Baby blue, I found you, under shooting starlight.
Navy hues, through and through, bled through shades of yellow.
We had different summers, baby.
Mine was a little bit dimmer than yours.
Than yours, oh. (x4)