Hate When the Good Times End

I hate the fact that summer's over. I wish that time stood still

for me. 'Cause all I can remember are the

times that I would feel so free. It seems like lives are always

moving on and I just want to feel like I belong in the

past. Nothing good could ever last too long. I miss the

ones who saw me growing up. The ones who saw me grow in love with

the wrong ones. And that was really dumb. Late night beach trips.

Drink till I'm sick. Never again. Maybe just always again.