from wide ruled journals, the back of hands and quick notes on napkins

no matter how hard we try,
it'll never be summer 03
but it can be equally as unforgettable.
there might not be lightening nights
or flag in the woods walks.
bright eyed innocence
or bug juice through the nose.
surely the grassy hills and soccer goals will miss us dearly.
we are for the heartbeats,
the hell, the hipbones.
whether we're in three feet of mud
or six feet underground.
sneaking out on the night,
running through enemy lines.
friending friends.
yellow flowers + blue fingers = prismatic sunrise.
even though the miles are just inches on a map,
they're too heavy for us..
but still my heart only beats because i met you.
our game of "i've never done this before.." vs "better now than never"
who lost who won
who cares is the one who lost
home is like hell only not as honest.
hopefully i can help you to forget
dark nights spent in backyards
and tracing sidewalks with tired shoes
measuring the sum of all things
wondering about stars and dust
how the universe stays in place
"dont live life waiting for your cue, get fired"
you are those things
and i am for you
its written out in our sleeves
memorize me, one day i just decided to lose track
(of the things i've done)