round and round and round we'd go
say you're too lost so you couldn't go
started out hot but it ended cold
believed in the lies but i should have known

flashback to my days when i still had friends
all night riding our bikes until like 10 pm
though I'm pretty sure it was all pretend
last in the game you said we could win

counting down the days,
you left just to be safe

and who is there to blame
when i was just me in the first place

how do i say i was in for the ride
when you said this was worst time in your life
now you're on your own never breaking a stride
now you mind your own, and i mind what's left of mine

never really had a proper date
never shared something to celebrate
now you got fancy schools with fancy gates
choosing me in the first place was a mistake

counting all the days
first i couldn't believe it

saying we'd still be friends
course you didn't mean it

the more it hurts the more you know
part of growing up is learning to let go
bit by bit im learning how to show
the side of my smile only you woulda known

more than months since we last talked
sometimes i wonder if i needed you after all
now we're so far you seem pretty small
but id be lying if i said i don't want you to call

counting all the stars
as a newfound past time

sometimes i reminisce
of when you were still mine
still mine

I love the sound of the highway
Filling in the void between voices,
Like a sense of insurance, a reminder
that there are always people
Out on their way somewhere.

Without so much as a care left in place,
Perhaps for reasons more spiteful than just,
The only times I feel like I’m not being forgotten
Is when I’m leaving something else in the dust

The sound of the road means there’s a place to go.
A next, a forward, but not always for me.
Of all the times in the world to not feel lost,
It’s when I’m headed nowhere in particular,
Just listening to the march forth others make.

When headlights meet street lights,
And requiescence deluges the world,
Just before silence cracks through my mind,
Comes rumbling clear the ambience of the road.

half-feigning a convenient drowsiness,
half-closed eyes and half words shot at
a bedroom wall illuminated by early sunshine,
and it happens to be quite bright.

happened again, redoing, recurring,
an ordinary oration, a silent sermon
the same words again, a slightly different version
every morning, inside out in eversion

the wrong things again, waking up
getting out of bed, out of my head, growing up,
getting old, aging fast, coming to terms with the fact that
one’s life is only as long as one’s past

all this future-talk’s got it feeling a lot longer
And vacancy is at least not my mistake
Filling in a bubble blindly of multiple choices
Splaying multiple regrets for something’s sake.

I will wake up and grow up
But if childhood is living in the sun’s light
then what’s staying up all night to watch its rise?

thank you summertime
for starry nights
that i can dream about without
anything eating at my mind

and
thank you violent sunshine,
the reason i never close my blinds,
for beating up my face first thing as i wake
and for telling me the time

and
thank you, gust of wind
for taking my hair for a spin
and for reminding me how nice
a slow day is, whether thick or thin

so
thank you, life
for whatever wonders i find
and for every single mosquito bite
and for every sleepless night
and for every year passed
and for every summer, more than the last