being driven off a cliff isn’t too bad other than the cold breeze and that song that ended too soon the butterflies even eventually fade but man, let me tell you about the view clouds danced with the horizon the setting sun peaked through Bob Ross would’ve envied my last adieu
sea gulls hovering waves crashed over dunes ocean mist floating freely my head was stuck on stupid **** bills unpaid plants unwatered I wondered what you’d assume
You'd search for something rational Maybe a faulty barricade or a curve that I hit too soon positive I had been a little reckless in fact those are partially true I don’t know how to tell you the real answer was you