Now in September I remember the echoes of careless laughter and the thrill of temporary ever after.
We were together for those moments in time. Beer soaked romances taking risks taking chances.
Then there were days that ended too soon but the the nights were filled with blue moons. I made a wish
on the summer sun that that these days would never be done.
Sweltering heat, and the impending New England cold, through it all we chose to be bold. 'Cause its heaven and hell in the summer time; the sum of risks, the summer lyme.
The world spins dizzingly faster, and sometimes, you may find yourself giving in to summer highs.
Wake up the next morning and realize, that you must face the porcelain and spew your spirit of summer lies.
She opened up and gave in to Rager and now that the deed is done, she awaits the hangover.
He told her he loved her as they straddled in the couch of a stranger.
But summer love is often forgotten when the dawn meets the sober
It is a season of carelessness, when one is tempted to love with all his heart, so we whisper to each other that we wont forget and we'll never part.
But we cried as the summer days faded away and I knew you could never stay. You told me you loved me, now you're too busy running away.
Packing bags, moving on with lives, checking for school, reevaluating summer ties. Making love for one last time, she thinks to herself maybe we'll survive.
We embrace best friends and tell ourselves that our love transcends.
Parting is pain but one day we'll be back again
Its a pity that summer days often set.
Looking back I have no regrets.
'Cause If I could I'd live my life in summer daze
Life is so vivid in the summer sun's rays
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