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I remember all the summers
we'd sit and make tents out of covers.
i remember all the winter's
we'd play in snow till we were blue.

and i just wanna go back home
and i'm sure you want me to
only talking by the phone
this is not what we are meant to do.

i miss rolling down grass hills
water fights that gave us chills
hanging around in the park
throwing about that dirty bark

i wanna go home
the place my heart belongs
i want back those times
is that really all so wrong?

and now those times are gone

he's here, i'm here
but i could easily forget him.
that's not my greatest fear
that would be not having you near.

i remember all the summers
i remember all the winters
birthdays, barbies, playing kirby
now we're all grown up

and i just want to come back home.