Green Green Grass

And it wouldn't be a morning if I was a zombie until I had a cup of coffee.
And it wouldn't be a good afternoon without talking to or hanging out with Julie.
And it wouldn't be a Sunday if I didn't listen to American Analog Set with my windows wide open, a little breeze floating in.
And it wouldn't have been a summer night if I wasn't staying up still the sunrise when I knew full well that I had work or other obligations in a few hours.
And it wouldn't have been summer if I didn't kiss you, an astrology major going back to university to finish your thesis a few days short of fall.
And it wouldn't have been summer if everything fell apart and I learned just how strong I am.
And it wouldn't have been a great summer without a frivolous best friend, it wouldn't have been half as perfect without her.
A summer night would have been next to nonexistent if we weren't driving around for hours, our backseat passengers constantly changing.
Without arizona, or obnoxious synth bands, without ice cream, and bad dates, without loving and losing, without falling and getting crushed, without a perfect tan, without good looking coworkers, without the water, without sunday nights, without best friends, without a camera and film, without California, without beaches and lakes, without you cooking me dinner, without mix cds, without long drives, without laying on a blanket in my gay best friend's backyard, it wouldn't have been anything at all.