[Verse 1]
At the age of about seventeen
Girls often get hurt
They are given a bouquet of yellow dandelions
And accidentally forgotten a year later
At the age of about seventeen
Boys often get hurt
The sugar-pink color of dimples
Suddenly replaced by cloying salt
The familiar smell of unruly hair
As I remember now, mint and kiwi
Disappeared somewhere in May of lilacs and tears
Remained on the jacket as someone else's perfume
[Chorus]
I just want to say that I remember
I just want to say, summer is coming
Maybe it won't be the last at all
Your last word
I just want to say that I remember
I just want to say, summer is coming
Maybe it won't be the last at all
Your last word
[Verse 2]
And we spat on the bad weather
Ran on the red and with a bicycle
A hot heart in the cold
At the age of about seventeen
Girls often get hurt
They are given a bouquet of yellow dandelions
And accidentally forgotten a year later
At the age of about seventeen
Boys often get hurt
The sugar-pink color of dimples
Suddenly replaced by cloying salt
The familiar smell of unruly hair
As I remember now, mint and kiwi
Disappeared somewhere in May of lilacs and tears
Remained on the jacket as someone else's perfume
[Chorus]
I just want to say that I remember
I just want to say, summer is coming
Maybe it won't be the last at all
Your last word
I just want to say that I remember
I just want to say, summer is coming
Maybe it won't be the last at all
Your last word
[Verse 2]
And we spat on the bad weather
Ran on the red and with a bicycle
A hot heart in the cold
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