Pretty, pretty pink clouds
So gently salt the sky
And they might be any color
But they’re always pink to you and I
And I might not be the one
But for right now I’ll do
Cuz there’s no better feeling, ***
Than when it’s me and you

In shady spots, picking daises
In parking lots, being lazy
In my thoughts, going crazy
In my room, dimly lit
I don't regret a second of it