Lyrics: Mingai
Music: Mingai
Arranger: Mingai
Bike chain singing in the cul- de- sac
Grass stains up my shins
Chalk dust on your summer dress
You laughed and pushed me in
Paper boats in Clear rivers
Racing toward the drain
You drew hearts on my left wrist
Every time it rained
Photos in my pocket
Colors starting to fade
Still I see your freckles
Like it was yesterday
We were small
We were stupid
Thought that promise meant always
Photos in my pocket
Hold the kids we used to play
Hide- and- seek behind the swing set
Fireflies in jars
You said if you count to fifty
You could almost touch the stars
Shared a soda
One straw shaking
Hands both sticky
Sweet
You traced letters on the table
Spelling" you+ me"
Photos in my pocket
Colors starting to fade
Photos in my pocket
Colors starting to fade
Still I taste that cherry
On a dare we both made
We were scared
We were certain
Thought that summercouldn't change
Photo in my pocket
Smell like cut grass and your name
Some days I find that shoebox
Just to lose an hour or two
Idon't miss who I was then
I just miss that world with you
Phtos in my pocket
Colors starting to fade
But the way you said my name
Still refuses to age
We grew up
Took our chances
Let those promises unspool
Phtoso in my pocket
Hold the proof we once were fools