Told me to be nostalgic,
but I miss my home
Those summer days in Calgary,
I miss my mom
Remember when we laid like flowers,
watched the planes go by
We could talk for hours,
counting white lines in the blue skies, yeah
I spent the summit of my youth
On the phone with you
I spent the summit of my youth
Crying over spilled milk
Climbing through your windowsill
Rolling down the same hill
Falling for the wrong girls
Calling on your landline
Siblings on the other side
Sleeping bags and pulled fries
Wishing I were Caroline
Caroline
Like daggers cutting glass
Just sitting out in the grass
Drawing pictures on my back
Crack an egg on my
neck with your hand
I can still feel the salt on my cheek
Days cool, crushed ice in my teeth
Kicking dirt up with my soccer cleat
And sneaking into cabinets
Remember when I felt my parents absent?
I spent the summit of my youth
On the phone with you
I spent the summit of my youth
Crying over spilled milk
Climbing through your windowsill
Rolling down the same hill
Falling for the wrong girls
Calling on your landline
Siblings on the other side
Sleeping bays and blue flies
Wishing I were careless
Yeah, you're the one
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I can't lie
Oh, I can't lie
You