Summer Child - Conan Gray

Lyrics by：Conan Gray

Composed by：Conan Gray

You see all the flowers in the weeds

You're scared of the dark when you sleep

You cover up your arms with your sleeves

Even in hundred degree heat

Your father was awfully mean

Your favorite color is green

It reminds of you of the summer you turned three

Running through sprinklers on your street

And you laugh and you dance in the wind

And you sway and you hug and you kiss

But there's darkness behind those eyes even when you smile

Oh summer child

You don't have to act like all you feel is mild

You don't really love the sun

It drives you wild

You're lying summer child

Aren't you way too busy taking care of everybody

To take care of yourself

When the sun goes missing

Aren't the flowers just as pretty

Aren't the oceans just as deep

The trees as green

And as for me

I'll watch you weep

Oh summer child

You don't have to act like all you feel is mild

You don't really love the sun

It drives you wild

You're lying summer child