That July sun
Takes me back
To daisies and wildflowers
Momma would plant
Bare feet in grass
Wind in my hair
I wore a yellow crop top
Even now I swear
When I unpack my history
It fits just like it should
I try on who I use to be
And oh, it still feels good
The sweetest thread of memories
Still woven in my mind
It's a crochet summer
When I close my eyes
Crochet summer
Crochet summer
There's a picture of me
Still hangs in the hall
I'm still the same
But really not at all
I still love strawberries and Tom Petty
And old scrap books
When I take yesterday off the hanger
I like how it looks
When I unpack my history
It fits just like it should
I try on who I use to be
And oh, it still feels good
The sweetest thread of memories
Still woven in my mind
It's a crochet summer
When I close my eyes
Crochet summer
Crochet summer
When I close my eyes
They say you can't go back
To where you've been
But I still do
Every now and then
When I unpack my history
It fits just like it should
I try on who I use to be
And oh, it still feels good
The sweetest thread of memories
Still woven in my mind
It's a crochet summer
When I close my eyes
Crochet summer
Crochet summer
Crochet summer
When I close my eyes
Crochet summer
Crochet summer
