Springsteen playing on the radio,

A hand out the window mimicking waves,

It’s dark out, but still so warm

A light sunburn on your nose,

Which only makes your blue eyes stand out more

We talk, and talk, and talk

It just comes naturally,

Our inside jokes never get old,

 

I find so much peace in being around you

I wish every night could be like this

Just you and me and summer