In summertime,
When the air is sweet
And you belong to me again
I know that things will be alright.
The dirt caked on my feet
From days running barefoot,
When even hot water, soap
And scrubbing
Can’t remove the stains of summer.
Freckles appear on faces
And our skin turns brown
As the sun burns us,
But we thank it and it smiles.
We pass the Smirnoff and the joint
And pray to god nights like this don’t end
As smokey silhouettes grab each other
And dance on those August nights,
Knowing that it won’t be long before fall comes,
And the falling out
And the tears
And the pain
And the goodbyes
Until next summer, until next summer.
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