Two Summers

And I don't wanna write a song about missing you
 From seven to seventeen I didn't know how lucky I was till now.
 And I didn't really expect to break down
 Back in this fake town but look at us now.
 Pedalling barefoot over the hot ground, thought bound down to you.
 We knew we had made the last sound
 Two summers ago in the afternoon.
 They say don't fall in love with your best friend.
 They say its not worth the pain when it ends, well that depends.
 I dunno about you but I don't give a fuck what they recommend.
 They say don't fall in love with your best friend.
 They say its not worth the pain when it ends, well that depends.
 I dunno about you but I don't give a fuck what they recommend.
 Lost, crossed, tossin' in my drawers, something about the way you saw me/way you saw the world, see you curled up, dreaming on the floor.
 How you welcomed me home had me going out more,
 Our walks in the boondocks, one-sided talks.
 You were my best friend you were the hound to my fox.
 So stop, let's talk, let's put it on pause.
 Making it up improvise like a black box.
 Considering I'm on a fantodical rebound.
 A balletic fanatical down.
 My radical analysis has found my cataractic rush that's having me drown.
 And I'll grab that didactic and the profound
 And build something for you,
 But I said all I need to say two summers ago in the afternoon.
 And your gone too soon
 Gone too soon
 And your gone too soon
 I didn't want to write a song about missing you
 But we're making it up, improvise like a black box
 They say don't fall in love with your best friend.
 They say its not worth the pain when it ends, well that depends.
 I dunno about you but I don't give a fuck what they recommend
 They say don't fall in love with your best friend.
 They say its not worth the pain when it ends, well that depends.
 I dunno about you but I don't give a fuck what they recommend