Hmm.
I thought about it hard and long
But baby,
Life ain't no Lana Del Ray song
I don't have any summertime sadness
Firstly, its not yet summer
Secondly, I haven't quite reached that point of madness
I wish you would still love me when I'm older
But thinking about it just makes me colder
I'm still young, I'm not sure about the beautiful
Or whether its lust, if I'm really being truthful.
I'm still naive, and, clueless I fear...
But I think that you're the same my dear
I have that aching pain somewhere near my heart
Where did we finish, and where did we start?
All I know is that its not the same
And I won't play the usual blame game
I can see you walking up to me,
And I feel as cold, as cold can be
Your fingers touch me like a frost
Icicles resembling our love that we lost.