Last Summer from Quality over Quantity
If I’m telling the truth…
I don’t know whether I’m shooting or falling for you…
So give me all of you in exchange for me…
Just give me all of you, rearrange this story…
Dear last summer…
I still hold you in high regards…
You required of me what I aspired to be… Cause
Angel dust couldn’t get me higher than you did…
I know I said I hated you, but darling see the truth is…
I never appreciated you cause I though pain was stupid…
And last summer…
Promise you won’t be my last summer…
I can see my future saying, “You stuck on your last summer”…
Maybe I am…
Maybe I will be…
Cause every single spring, I look back at the real me…
I look back at God’s healing…
I look back on my feelings…
I look back on the real things…
You hear me? You feel me?
Last summer…