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