can’t tell at all if these thoughts are even mine, smoothing my hair out on the lawn while the sun kisses our skin and we lay around Spring is getting swept away and the asphalt is as hot as you heat circumventing every shade of skinny leaved trees and our truant is every bit of rebellion i need to escape myself these neon signs are open and i still want steal time with you just like the weather did and be full to the brim of light want to dream again if this day is one, and daydream all the stinging away