Shooting stars will always remind me of the way we kissed and the fields we spent our only summer drunk in and the time when everything was carefree and lovely and the world was kind. Shooting stars remind me of the way you first touched me when everything was new and exciting and we were drunk off of each other's love. Shooting stars remind me of the way we fizzled out and for the first time in my life it didn't hurt when someone was leaving, it only hurt when I realised they were gone but by then it was okay and I could deal with it and shoot up and be as high as the stars that we fell in and out of love to. Shooting stars remind me of the nights we went out, we faked our names to anyone we met with adrenaline running through our veins and glitter around our eyes. Shooting stars remind me of getting older and having more responsibility but still finding the time for a meaningless hookup on your bedroom floor because we were too wasted to make it to the bed. Shooting stars remind me of driving around your town one more time so we could catch a song that reminded us of the times when we were younger and now I guess shooting stars will always remind me of you.