Trying to tell the story of my fantasies, and convey the feelings in my mind,
were you just young or is there something in you that’s waiting for me as much as I’m waiting for you?
I need to know.

You were in a red seat in my home town,
I wish I could be there with you, we could be kings.

I get this feeling when I think of where I’ve been and where I am,
I want another chance to make it last forever.
Nostalgia, bare smiles and bare laughter.
Innocence and freedom,
blank canvases full of individuality all eventually smeared with the same mundane uniformity.