I miss my old bikenI miss knowing people that I likenI miss the warm feeling of cuddling tightnwith the girl I used to love back in the springtimenbut the summer sun makes the world no fun for a far away lovennbut I can't even call you Pip anymorenbecause she was the girl I truly adorednI can only say hey Ally nownbecause that's who you are to me now.nnI miss our old dormnI miss never being warm out in the Ohio winter when I felt finally bornnafter our first dinner date on Valentines' Daynwhere I was free on the frozen creek there next to younnAnd who knew a few weeks laternwe'd being biking through Indiana on a spring break tournwith our matching bike vests onnscreaming Blink 182 songsnstopping for hugs and coffee and then peddling onnnbut I can't even call you Pip anymorenbecause she was the girl I truly adorednI can only say hey Ally nownbecause that's who you are to me now.nnThe summer sun melted the fun off of our snowy love.