"This stays on the low, he would never approve"
and as many times as we promised ourselves we would never change for a guy, we have.
"the old me is back", you claim.
perfect.
spinning exhileration beyond our control is all we will feel.
no excuses. no need to explain. we are who we are as we smoke under the ever forgiving sky.
We count the stars and are reminded of the past.
it was so easy when we didnt have to be someone we are not to impress someone who wont even be around forever.
i turn to you and we laugh so loud, and our sounds float into the crisp air, dissapear and is forgotten.
this is not the last time, we promise eachother, but we know it will be a long time.