Making out with you, four simple words. Can't describe the amount of emotions, the explosions of atmospheres. Inside me. As you leaned in to say goodbye. Upside down, outside my car window. "I feel like this will be the last time I'll see you" your smirk still evident on your face. I yelled shut up, as the campuses walls quaked. I drove off looking back once or twice. You ran up to your dorm. Taking three stairs at a time. Till you got to the top of the world, so you could wave goodbye. Weeks went by, I heard about how you dropped out of college. How you're moving back to New York. About how you jumped off that boat. Into the worlds giant throat. And I cried, cried for a long time. Because I was just a kid, and now you're just a mystery. I still think about your crooked smile, and smashed up Doc martins almost everyday, please bring back the feeling of kissing by the bay. I salute to you, I salute to you. You dead dead dead boy, my bestfriend.