It rains in my head when you're not around
And the beating of my heart is a lonely sound
And I wish that you weren't always, always so far away from me.
Our lost time is a heavy price to pay for what we've been through.
And my days get shorter every year.
They promised that they wouldn't say a word against you.
Well their lives get shorter every year.
When I'm missing you the sound of your voice is like a drug,
I'll just keep taking hits until
It's summer again,
And I'm sober again.
This whole Ashley-living-far-away thing sucks.
But it's gonna change one day. :)
How many times have I said I wish it was summer?
'Cause I do.
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