We wrote our names in the sand/Under the star-soaked sky/But it washed away like she did/With the rising tide
A distant runner-up to Katy Perry’s same-titled ode to lost love, country pinup Owen looks back at the three short months of a teenage summer romance in the only clichéd way he knows how. If the relationship was as predictable as this chugging mid-tempo, it’s understandable why it didn’t last.