Your love is so cool, I get cold in the backseat
Just thinking about me and you and summer in Montreal
You were crying thinking about travelling home

And my friends ask my if you're liking Paris
And I said that you're not there now
And I don’t know where but
I, like, said something about White Ferrari
And I thought about texting you
I thought about texting you

And in summers light you know where to go
You get caught up in the chess.com glow of your iPhone screen
God fearing submarines
I had told you I loved you, I didn't lie
March, April, May, I saw you cry
March, April, May, I saw you cry

And in summers light you can be a bitch
You get caught up in the SUV supermarket
Cut your hand on-
I said "I love you baby", don’t think twicе
I’m guilty as charged but nothing is free
Your boyfriends on the tv screen
Looking likе a 60s movie star I've never seen