Summer Colors

I bet your lips taste just like lemonade,
And sweet mistakes.

It's a funny way,
how you make the days,
Drip like marmalade.

You could take me home,
It'd be just fine,
A front porch swing
could pass the time.

And your eyes burned,
In those summer colors,
Dirty blonde hair,
Just like your mother,
I swear.
And I love the way you feel to the touch,
Each time we close the distance,
Between us.

I bet your lips taste just like consequence,
And my favorite sins.

And it's lock and key,
when it comes to me,
Cause you don't need to know
everywhere I've been.

You could take me home,
It'd be just fine,
I'll write you in
between the lines.

And your eyes burned,
In those summer colors,
Dirty blonde hair,
Just like your mother,
I swear.

And I love the way you feel to the touch,
Each time we close the distance,
Between us.

I bet your lips taste just like twenty-two,
And baby blue...

And this betterment
for the bitterness,
It just breaks my heart in two.

You could take me home,
It'd be just fine,
I promise, I'll be better this time.

And your eyes burned,
In those summer colors,
Paper thin tact,
Just like your mother,
I swear.

And I love the way you got over us,
But losing you,
was just too much for me.

I bet your lips taste just like lemonade,
And better days.