Only until this summer is ended,

I tell myself this time will be the last,

That we are braver than we were in past,

That what we broke has somehow been amended.

Your voice still feels familiar, unoffended,

Like something known before I learned to fast

From loving things that never seem to last,

I fall again, my better sense suspended.

I hate how easy falling feels with you,

How love returns like it was never gone,

How every promise feels both false and true.

We say we’ve changed, but we still linger on,

Two kids pretending we are something new,

Still chasing what we loved before it's gone.