And six years later, he still looks the same.
All blond hair and blue eyes And sun kissed skin on a warm July day
And here I was wishing for early morning chemistry, Long walks to school, and Cool dew on early morning grass
And I'd lie if I said I didn't think about him from time to time. From week to week. From day to day.
Forever and always: The one who got away.
But now he's in town. Well, for the summer anyway.