Summer's Coming
Track 8 of Spring Fling
[ Lyrics ]
Sunrise says it's time to go... You left your keys on the dash, didn’t turn the radio on, just stared at the red light like it held a warning. I traced the seam of your jacket with my thumb, remembered all the nights I thought might last longer. We took this route in the dark a hundred times, Fridays felt like forever, Sundays like crimes. Now the sky’s painting gold on the 110, and I can’t tell if it’s beauty or goodbye. You said, ‘It’s just a trip,’ and I nodded slow, but we both heard the silence where ‘forever’ should go. No fight, no tears, just the hum of the wheels, carrying us to the end of what feels… real. Summer’s coming — soft and slow, like the tide pulling everything I know. One more block, one more breath, then I let you go with no regret. Summer’s coming — and with it, the truth: we were springtime, darling, never proof. You parked by the curb, left the engine running, like your heart needed an escape route, still humming. I didn’t ask when you’d text, didn’t say ‘Take care,’ we just leaned in like we’d done it a million years. That kiss tasted like endings — warm, but thin, like sunlight through curtains we won’t open again. You smiled that half-smile — the one that knows me, the one that says, ‘I love this, but not completely.’ And I didn’t beg. I didn’t plead. I just held the moment, then let it leave. Funny how the light changes everything, how dawn doesn’t lie, doesn’t pretend. Back in April, we kissed in the rain, now we part in the gold, without a sound. No grand speech, no last request — just two people who loved, then did their best. Summer’s coming — soft and slow, like the tide pulling everything I know. One more block, one more breath, then I let you go with no regret. Summer’s coming — and with it, the truth: we were springtime, darling, never proof. Sunrise says it’s time to go… …time to go. …time to go.