Sweet Days

We were close that summer Catch a taxi do a runner My blue jeans rippin' At the knees Sippin' cola, ice cold Stole a bike and it was white gold Took a ride, cruisin' Radio, tune in Went to the place down by the creek Where we used to sit We used to speak About moving cities Selling CD's Now you're telling me You're moving on your own I just want you to know I'm sorry if I held you back I don't want you to go I find it hard to tell you that I haven't been thinking straight And I guess I never knew just what I had Or was it all just a day dream Take me back, take me back Take me back to the sweet days Sweet days Sweet days We were close that summer You told me you wanna Go away together, so everyday We drink sangria, no straw On the beach, volley ball Wake up, sleep in Round two, around 2 We went to the place Down by the coast Where we used talk We used to smoke like James Dean, Brando You're like Monroe Now you're telling me You're leaving on your own I just want you to know I'm sorry if I held you back I don't want you to go I find it hard to tell you that I haven't been thinking straight And I guess I never knew just what I had Or was it all just a day dream Take me back, take me back Take me back to the sweet days Sweet days Take me back to the sweet days