summer lips from williamsville demos by a thousand years from now

I saw you for the first time
with a hand-made sign
waiting for the march to begin
you were laughing with some friends so
awkwardly
I tried my best to join in

we were just plastic boys
stretched like toys
but never holding a shape
but somehow it all made sense
one perfect day in May

graduation weekend
saw REM
you loved the way that he sang
you bought me a cassette so
we could blast them out
whenever we drove up to the lake

we were so happy then
matchstick men
waiting to burst into flame
and every time you smiled it
burned into my brain

but now I know
how cold it can be
and how I miss
the sun and the heat
days just seemed to fit
every night was bliss
I'm aching for a kiss
from summer lips

well I could see that you felt
shipwrecked here
three hundred miles from the sea
and I think I always knew but
was scared to say
that you would leave eventually

we've all played that game
and win or lose
your never gonna end up the same
just reminds me what your sign said
love can never be contained

• Pop
• Virginia
• alternative pop
• amateur
• home recording
• homemade
• Williamsburg