I remember how good it felt to lay in this field
The high was divine
In the back of that car, the breeze and bass drowning out every insecurity
Strangers are the best people to hold hands with
Those times when I was too ****** up it my own good
These are the moments when you give into happiness
The mornings when you wake up with the love of your adolescence
Those nights where you're dripping in sweat from the come down, when the trip was good
When you blink away every death threat without even considering the possibility of a permanent escape
Bliss