The air feels different here, I mean
nothing on the road ever feels the same
but this wasn’t like that.
It makes my lungs feel weak
and the taste of menthol lingers on my tongue.
Maybe it’s some kind of phenomenon,
perfectly explainable by science
like the humidity or something,
but I'd like to believe that it’s because
I'm here with you.
Before you, I hated the idea of there being anything
outside of this grungy town, but with you;
with you, life seems to have so much more potential.
There’s so much to see and do-
so many new people to meet,
new music to hear and most importantly,
new air to breathe.
So maybe I’m crazy,
making something out of nothing, but maybe this-
the sharp air and tinge of coolness in my mouth
is just what I needed to show me
that this was all worth it.