Days fly by spent wasting time in my mother's garden green
My sister's speaking old poetry they memorized never knowing what it means
I could stay outside forever counting stars in summer fields 'fore I bike to Dowling street
It's simple when it's over and I'm happy

Painting murals on the side but it's downtown in the scorching sun
I tried all summer but I hated the way it looks so I never got it done
I walked the train tracks with a boy I thought I loved but turns out I was just tired of being alone
So when we reachеd the end, I said goodbye and I was by mysеlf when I got home