guys are crazy & stars are blind.
There's a lot of drafted morals and prolonged anguish regarding stupid little things that remind me of what love feels like, tastes like, is.
Sometimes it's like those days spent by the pool, where everyone smells like Banana Boat tanning oil and smoke too many cigarettes while the patch of skin beneath their eyes darkens with the sun's kiss. It's somewhat of a summer nostalgia that seems to only ever seem real when all of it is over and said and done so long ago you cant even remember their smell...but at the same time, you'll never forget it.
I'm feeling blind recently. I've had a few months of very happy thoughts, so happy I thought I'd elevate and take off to Neverland.
Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
But recently, I've been lapsed into a critical annoyance - I keep getting memories, desires, unsatisfied rembrants of when I was happy being... I don't know.
I just think I'm perfect for you...
Sometimes it's like those days spent by the pool, where everyone smells like Banana Boat tanning oil and smoke too many cigarettes while the patch of skin beneath their eyes darkens with the sun's kiss. It's somewhat of a summer nostalgia that seems to only ever seem real when all of it is over and said and done so long ago you cant even remember their smell...but at the same time, you'll never forget it.
I'm feeling blind recently. I've had a few months of very happy thoughts, so happy I thought I'd elevate and take off to Neverland.
Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.
But recently, I've been lapsed into a critical annoyance - I keep getting memories, desires, unsatisfied rembrants of when I was happy being... I don't know.
I just think I'm perfect for you...