The world meant nothing.
Not to us three.
With the windows down,
and our voices scratchy
from the cigarettes and
The singing at the top of our lungs.
With clothes drenched in the smell
Of bonfires and menthol,
and Big Red barrelling down
The back roads,
we are unstoppable.
I can't wait for summer to begin,
with long nights and starry skies,
And the moonlight as our guide.
Cool air swifting into the windows,
and the tassel swinging in the mirror
makes me never want to leave this van.
We are unstoppable.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
The world meant nothing.
Not to us three.
With the windows down,
and our voices scratchy
from the cigarettes and
The singing at the top of our lungs.
With clothes drenched in the smell
Of bonfires and menthol,
and Big Red barrelling down
The back roads,
we are unstoppable.
I can't wait for summer to begin,
with long nights and starry skies,
And the moonlight as our guide.
Cool air swifting into the windows,
and the tassel swinging in the mirror
makes me never want to leave this van.
We are unstoppable.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
