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Remember the way that we were self-important
In a hurricane, still chasing waves outside
Crossed fingers to buy cheap bottles of wine
'cause my fake id was just a picture of some guy.
I guess you could say that we were asking for it
'cause all glory days, they got to end some time
Category 9, we all should have died
But at seventeen, that only makes you feel alive.
I miss you, I wish you were here with me
To hold and indulge my nostalgia spree
Please, I'm
I'm on my knees for summer of '16.
I used to cry when nothing was the matter
But now nothing matters and I never cry
Just toeing the line, and when I feel fine
Sometimes I pretend my heart could break like the first time.
I miss you, I wish you were here with me
To hold and indulge my nostalgia spree
Please, I'm
I'm on my knees for summer of '16.
I miss you, I wish you still lived next door
Come over, get stoned like we did before
Please, I'm
I'm on my knees for summer of '16.
I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days
Before you've actually left them.
I've been thinking 'bout you, 'bout us
But now we're older and you never come around.
I miss you, I wish you were here with me
To hold and indulge my nostalgia spree
Please, I'm
I'm on my knees for summer of '16.
I miss you, I wish you still lived next door
Come over, get stoned like we did before
Please, I'm
I'm on my knees for summer of '16.
Someone should write a song about that.
Album
 Summer Of '16More music by Bea Miller
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