i was sitting in my backyard, the one from my childhood, on one of those old school lawn chairs with the aluminum frames and the plastic webbing - ours were yellow and white.
and the sun is high up in the sky like it's the afternoon but like it's gonna be afternoon for hours to come yet. and the heat is washing over me and i can feel it in the dream, that real heat feeling when the sun is holding you down and warming you up from the inside out.
jeremy isn't with me, i'm sitting alone, but i'm thinking of him with me eyes closed and my smile on and my feet without shoes in the grass, and i'm wondering where he is.
i hope he's on the neighbours lawn in his own summertime dream and later on we'll meet up for a bbq.
and the sun is high up in the sky like it's the afternoon but like it's gonna be afternoon for hours to come yet. and the heat is washing over me and i can feel it in the dream, that real heat feeling when the sun is holding you down and warming you up from the inside out.
jeremy isn't with me, i'm sitting alone, but i'm thinking of him with me eyes closed and my smile on and my feet without shoes in the grass, and i'm wondering where he is.
i hope he's on the neighbours lawn in his own summertime dream and later on we'll meet up for a bbq.
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