When you open your eyes for the first time
When you have your first laugh-until-you-cry
When you first climb that mountain to see the skies
It is when your friends get you high.
Laughing about the taste of the stars that you stole

When the man in the moon finally shows up at last.
When you bring your friends over to crack jokes and have a blast.
It is the weirdness of you and your friends
And the quirkiness of your trends
It's the dimming light when you say good-bye.
But always knowing that you might see them next July.

It's the spark of the fireworks and the lights of Christmas.
It is when you feel happy... for no reason.
You're just smiling for the season.
It's when you're free and full of glee.
That is the perfection.