Summers in Annville

How was your summer?

I just remember slurring

Just trying to be heard

You are worth every day

Of not saying a single word

Your hair is blonde now

And you’ve stayed around town

This whole time

And you’re still on my mind

I know you’re no longer fine

I just thought you’d want to be mine too

I’m writing this as you sit next to me

Feeling anything but free


This summer I spent it getting high as the hills

While thinking about you still

Drinking no longer delivers any thrills

Will you still think of us when you’re alone?

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