my hands sit firmly on the steering wheel
my red-brown hair in loose curls, dancing in the wind blowing though my car
the sun is hitting the line of trees
the warm summer air smells of campfires and happiness
comethru blasts through my speakers
my mind wandering to the party last night
and the boy with the big blue eyes
tears gripping my eyes
everything makes me happy this summer,
my hometown i\'ve never loved
late night grocery runs with friends
and even summer itself