I wrote a poem once about your eyes and green grass

It was true then, that unhappy love story

About a girl who loved a boy who didn't love her back

Because he was too busy writing his own poems

Her heart was broke, or maybe just cracked

But the eyes and the green grass were still deep inside

And she couldn't seem to forget Summer

Until another pair of eyes and another season took its place

Summer was long and Summer was beautiful

But what was true then isn't true now

And I'd like it if you kept your eyes and green grass to yourself

Because Summer isn't welcome here anymore.