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