Just for the record, i talk about you way too much when you're not around.
"why do people automatically say "good" when someone asks how they are?"
i feel infinite at night, when we're laughing and singing and trashing the local park.
we are untouchable. invincible. a smile away from falling off the face of the earth with nothing running through our veins but oxygen and music.
we read each other's minds.
coffee stop. our song on the radio. tim hortons run amok. an ode to our ramblings.
scattegories. singalongs. mario party.
our legacy carved into the stars.
a teenage vow in a parking lot,
til tonight do us part,
i sing the blues and swallow them too.
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