Waiting on wild winter weekends
and living for three ‘o’ clock vibes
on playground swings saying best friends
and the sky looks like a painting.
If I had cameras in my eyes
I’d save this moment for all of my life,
never forget that look on your face
or the way your voice sounds.
If this is too good to be true,
why don’t we keep on pretending?
There’s a million more melodies to sing,
so many cities and sunrises to see,
and I’ve outgrown the tragedy.
There’s a hundred hills to run down
and the grass smells like a new beginning
let’s kick off our shoes and run down
‘cause right now this feels like winning.
My cheeks ache from holding back
the realest smile I’ve ever felt.
I don’t know what’s so funny,
don’t waste your breath asking.
I’ve never seen the blue so sunny,
or the birds so beautiful,
or the world so full of life.
I tried to package it
to save for another day
but it overflowed
and stained the tablecloth
like iced tea on a summer day.
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