Second Summer

I'm covered in bruises from my summer job

You're covered in bruises from the worry you got

I'm working late nights, you work in the day

Last year this time we were in a summer haze

Texting after clubbing, late at night

I missed the last bus I said, but I lied

Sleeping next to you felt so new

Our bodies sticking together, stick to my girl like glue

Second summer

Second, second summer

Getting anxious

Will there be another?

Second summer, oh

Second summer, oh

Getting anxious

Will there be another summer?

Now we're writing to each other on lunch breaks

Talking bout last August made my heart ache

Were we happier then? I can still recall

But through the lens of nostalgia I can't see it all

Shy breakfasts on your balcony

Not thinking about what we could be

Both trying to get closer and trying to stall

Knowing that becoming something makes a higher fall

Second summer

Second, second summer

Getting anxious

Will there be another?

Second summer, oh

Second summer, oh

Getting anxious

Will there be another summer?

For all those years intellectualising

Always holding back but never realising

Surface-level is confusing and boring

I want you for real and I want the whole thing

Unlocking your door with my own key

Laughing when a ferry comes by when you're inside me

Waking up together to days good and bad

Through it all I wanna be your comrade

Second summer

Second, second summer

Second summer

Second, second summer