I lost you in that corn field, I climb an apple tree to see better. I didn’t leave til the end of summer. We threw rocks in the creek.
We ate pizza on the street. Beer taste better with the river at our feet. anyways, I love driving home. Keeps you a mystery. The way drugs take you on a trip, slippery. remember when, I lost you in that corn field? I sat on a boulder waiting for you to find me. I didn’t leave til the end of summer. We smoked the best shitty weed in history.