Verse 1

It was the summer of two thousand eleven

When I met a sweet dorky guy named Stephen.

He lived his life worshipping his superman.

And I'd fly with him when he took my hand.

That summer was the perfect honey-moon phase.

Smell of the sweet rain, we were in a daze.

Everything was perfect, so beautiful, so flawless.

Back in that summer we didn't yet face the ugliness.

Chorus

And I hold on to that summer of two thousand eleven.

I hold on to that intoxicating feeling called Stephen.

I hold on to how his deep breath could make my breath hitch,

How his laughter would ring through my heart in the perfect pitch,

And how he would say the perfect things to make me smile away my pain.

And I hold on to that summer of two thousand eleven.

Verse 2

I spent that whole June just grinning to myself.

Unlike the scorching summer of two thousand twelve.

And I was mesmerized by how amazing he was.

That summer felt like it was an early Christmas.

He was everything; he was everywhere, every second.

And I never wanted that summer to ever end.

But summer passed, and somehow we lost our way.

By the time fall came, we were fighting every other day.

Chorus

But I hold on to that summer of two thousand eleven.

I hold on to that intoxicating feeling called Stephen.

I hold on to how his deep breath could make my breath hitch,

How his laughter would ring through my heart in the perfect pitch,

And how he would say the perfect things to make me smile away my pain.

And I hold on to that summer of two thousand eleven.

Bridge

I should ask him what he remembers about that special summer.

Does he close his eyes like me, and feel like it isn't too far?

And does he dream about those nights when we painted dreams about every day?

Does he remember all the little things I remember, the ones that he would say?

He has lived so many summers, maybe this isn't his best.

But I'll hold on to my summer of two thousand eleven, and forget the rest.

Chorus

And I hold on to that summer of two thousand eleven.

I hold on to that intoxicating feeling called Stephen.

I hold on to how his deep breath could make my breath hitch,

How his laughter would ring through my heart in the perfect pitch,

And how he would say the perfect things to make me smile away my pain.

And I hold on to that summer of two thousand eleven.

I hold on to that intoxicating feeling called Stephen.