D             Bm              A
I love the way that your eyes look when you get tired
D           Bm                 A
You say you look like a wreck, but I say you're a liar
D        Bm                  A
I always write about how you moved to A 
D        Bm                  A
I think about it more than I should say


[Chorus]
                    D           Bm            A
Three nights in the valley, tan lines on your body
               D               Bm          A
Twenty two and reckless, swear to God that I miss
                    D         Bm              A
When nothing really mattered, on your kitchen counter
                 D           Bm              A
Your hands in my sweatshirt, when I think of summer

I think of you

[Instrumental]
D  Bm  A x3


[Verse 2]
                                  A
Some of my friends are out smoking on some patio
D           Bm                A
It makes me think of the view from your apartment window
D              Bm             A
When we'd make fun of all the people out at bars
D            Bm                    A
This time of year still feels like ours


[Chorus]
                    D           Bm            A
Three nights in the valley, tan lines on your body
               D               Bm          A
Twenty two and reckless, swear to God that I miss
                    D         Bm              A
When nothing really mattered, on your kitchen counter
                 D           Bm              A
Your hands in my sweatshirt, when I think of summer
              D Bm A
I think of you
              D
I think of you
Bm              A                     D Bm A D Bm A
When I think of summer, I think of you


[Bridge]
      D
I was staying up until the sun was rising
A
Five AM you gotta hate the timing
D                        Bm
Wish we could get on the same page
A
Fuck it, I'll just drive to your place
D                    Dm  A
Forty all the way to California

Tell you shit that ain't important
D                      Dm    A
God you feel like everything on my mind


[Chorus]
D                           Bm                A
Three nights in the valley, tan lines on your body
               D               Bm          A
Twenty two and reckless, swear to God that I miss
                    D         Bm              A
When nothing really mattered, on your kitchen counter
                 D                Bm         A
Your hands in my sweatshirt, when I think of summer
              D Bm A
I think of you
              D
I think of you
Bm              A                     D
When I think of summer, I think of you