What kind of things do you tell yourself?
You see the world like no one else
If your intentions are so good
How come you always feel so misunderstood?
I saw you tryin' to hide behind
I tried to talk to you through my mind
Oh, I was just shootin' at the moon
Well, you know the end will be here soon

Yeah, I guess I want you to myself
If that don't work, then, baby, well
Ooh, you were just a summer fun
Nothin' ever really lasts too long
Oh-oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh

The three words that I say to you
One of them's not and one is true (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
And the other one
You only know when you're on the run
I tried to tell you that the chances were good
I tried to see the sun through the woods
Yeah, but when a ghost cries
You feel so haunted, but you don't know why

This distant fiending heart of mine
Keeps getting stronger all the time
And the secrets that you keep
The truth will start to creep

And there's nothing left to know
Don't wanna lose control

Yeah, I just want it to be true
If it's not, then what do I do (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
It was just a summer dream
Nothing ever really is what it seems
Oh-oh

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh

Copyright: BUG MUSIC
Writer(s): Betsy Wright, Laura Harris, Mary Timony