Verse 1 Cherry soda fizzing in the heat Postcards piling, sand stuck to my feet Poolside playlists, glitter on my hair August whispers, telling me beware Pre-Chorus Alarm clocks hiding in the drawer Soon I won’t ignore them anymore Sunburn’s fading, suitcase on the floor Guess we can’t pretend no more Chorus Goodbye flip-flops, hello busy streets Trading palm trees for my office seat Wish I could freeze this candy sky But summer runs, it never says goodbye Verse 2 Melting ice cream on a paper plate Boardwalk lights flicker while it’s late Cotton candy sticking to my phone September’s knocking, I should head back home
