Perry

Days fly by spent wasting time in my mother's garden green
My sisters speaking old poetry they memorized, never knowing what it means
I could stay outside forever counting stars in summer fields, I ride my bike to Dowling Street
It's simple when it's over and I'm happy

Painting murals on the side of buildings downtown in the scorching Sun
I tried all summer but I hated the way it looks, so I never got it done
I'd walk the train tracks with a boy I thought I loved, but turns out I was just tired of being alone
So when we reached the end, I said goodbye and I was by myself when I got home