Just sit around like broke down cars in the lot waiting for repairs
Summers make me so nostalgic. I just want to drive around Muskegon real late & listen to Brand New real loud & kiss half a dozen strangers. Old habits die hard? I can't wait for good shows, walking the pier and shouting under bridges. In the last few weeks I've recognized my sincere need to embrace being young. My excuse for spending zero amount of time with dear friends in the last two years is: "I just worked for fourteen hours, and have to do the same in the morning- I'd like to sleep in between." I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead & see you this evening.