Told me to be nostalgic, but I miss my home
Those summer days in Calgary, I miss my mom
Remember when we laid like flowers, watched the planes go by
We could talk for hours, counting white lines in the blue skies, yeah
I spent the summit of my youth on the phone with you
I spent the summit of my youth crying over a spilled milk
Climbing through your windowsill, rolling down the same hill
Falling for the wrong girls, calling on your landline
Siblings on the other side, sleeping bags
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wishing I were Caroline, Caroline, yeah
Oh, Caroline, oh, Caroline, yeah
Light daggers cutting glass
Just sitting out in the grass
Drawing pictures on my back
Cracking egg on my neck with your hands
I can still feel the heat
The sun on my cheek
Days cold, crushed ice in my teeth
Kicking dirt up with my soccer cleats
And sinking into cabinets
Remember when I found my parents absent
I spent the summit of my youth on the phone with you
I spent the summit of my youth crying over a spilled milk
Climbing through your windowsill, rolling down the same hill
Falling for the wrong girls, calling on your landline
Siblings on the other side, sleeping bags and pool fries
Wishing I were Caroline, Caroline, yeah
Oh, Caroline, oh, Caroline, yeah
Wishing I were Caroline, and there was still a killing
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