summer flowers

You wear the sundresses, I don't think that they'd look good on me I'll tie a daffodil into your hair and say you're pretty In your smile, there is no rain You still blossom the same You're aphrodisia, not even sunlight can touch my skin Standing outside of your bedroom, you just wouldn't let me in In your gaze, solar heat As I bathe in bittersweet Summer flowers, I stare at my phone Sun-burned cryouts, I still call you home Summer flowers, I stare at my phone Sun-burned cryouts, I still call you home Summer flowers, I stare at my phone Sun-burned cryouts, I still call you home You were the sun, you were the sun You were the sun, you were the sun