I think of your sweater

You think of the cold

I remember asking

You remember, "I told you so"

Hate how it feels when I miss you

But while I truly hurt

I think of the sun

You think of the burn.

I think of the kite

You think of the wind

I remember champagne

You remember having the spins

There's an emptiness without you

But what makes it even worse

I think of the sun

You think of the burn.

I think of the walks

You think of the pace

I remember april

You remember rainy days

Stuck with the very same memories

But what comes to me first

I think of the sun

You think of the burn

I think of the sun

You think of the burn.