I love us in July, the Saturday of summer. Getting caught up in magic and cosmos, killing time like it doesn't exist. If being this carefree is a crime then I guess we'll be locked up forever.
We sit in cars with slushies and show tunes. Can't believe that I've never been happier. These feelings are engraved and they've found a home in me. These years were the little things that made me love life.
Never did I imagine so much distance to invade our space. Find us across the map and roads apart. It's time we dance with reality. Well, I guess time really did catch up with us. It's time to break the news that summer does not last forever.