Spring was your laughter in my rusty bike bell
Summer nights tracing stars on your freckled arm
Autumn leaves pressed inside that old library book
Winter breath fogging up the diner window pane
You swore we’ d always find our way
Back to this booth where the jukebox plays
I still hear echoes of our almosts
Whispers tangled in the phone cords
Every season screams your name
In the places we never became
Your sweater threads still cling to my passenger seat
Half- drank milkshakes with two straws going flat
That parking lot where you taught me constellations
Now just cracks filled with rainwater and regrets
You swore we’ d always find our light
But the batteries died in our flashlight
I still hear echoes of our almosts
Whispers tangled in the phone cords
Every season screams your name
In the places we never became
The map we drew in Sharpie’ s fading
North Star was just a streetlight waiting
Spring summer fall winter
You’ re still there
Spring summer fall winter
You’ re still there