Summer Letters

Ink spills in slow motion
Heatwaves on the paper fold
You sent me suns in your cursive
I read 'em under lanterns gold

You wrote like the tide writes the sand
Brief but it clings to the skin
Sun-warmed metaphors and moonlight plans
I trace your words like violins

Your voice in ink, a sweet disguise
Between the lines, the stars arise
I kept each letter like a breeze
That only speaks in minor keys

Oh, these summer letters, dancing on my chest
Like fireflies trapped in envelopes addressed
To nowhere but our maybe, our slow-burning flame
You never signed your name
But I knew it just the same

You said the rain made your coffee taste wise
And the Sun made your secrets bloom
Your words wore linen and ocean eyes
Like jazz in an empty room

Your voice in ink, a sweet disguise
Between the lines, the stars arise
I kept each letter like a breeze
That only speaks in minor keys

Oh, these summer letters, dancing on my chest
Like fireflies trapped in envelopes addressed
To nowhere but our maybe, our slow-burning flame
You never signed your name
But I knew it just the same

We never touched, but still I knew
The sky got warmer when I thought of you
Each sentence curved like lazy waves
Each comma held the light it gave

These summer letters, stitched into the dusk
Like secrets hummed in the back of a bus
To nowhere but our maybe, our slow-burning flame
You never signed your name
But I knew it just the same

(Just the same)
(Oh, I knew)
Letters folding into the breeze
Like you and me
Caught in a key

(Ooh, summer letters)
(Like me and you)
Letters folding into the breeze
Like you and me
Caught in a key
(Ooh, summer letters)