Come Back Summer
This ain’t about a girl
It’s about my favorite season
When winter rolls around
I can’t find one good reason
To even go outside
Like my get up and go has died
And I’d rather not be freezin’
Come back summer, why’d you have to go
I fucking hate the snow
I miss your warmth and sunshine
Come back summer, why’d you have to leave
I don’t want to believe
I still have to wait a long time
My Christmas isn’t cheerful
When it’s twenty degrees
I’d rather sit outside
Watching bumble bees
I wanna take a walk in the park
When it’s not cold and dark
And there are leaves upon the trees
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