That’s exactly what I’m gonna do,
write love poems all summer,
to no one in particular.
There’s nothing here,
nothing at all,
nothing here could ever break us.
Popping rocks in the background,
all the kids in red staring at us,
our older friends wave from their stroller,
I am yours and you are mine,
and nothing will ever change us,
and nothing will ever change us,
and nothing will ever change us,
and nothing will ever change us,
We are gonna leave
leave it all behind us.
(Soaking in our sugar rush.)
Soaking in our sugar rush.