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shits hectic
wish it makes more sense
i cry(die)dream a little every day
today it was
about riding plywood again
with you and we are 15
and there isnt girl problems
only chases and flirts
no money to worry with
and all we had to do was this and that and push with our foot off the side
and away we went
cause thats how we'd go.
spraypaint late nights and stolen bikes that got stolen from us
cause we didnt lock em up
cause we stole em so it didnt matter
we let karma take its course.
in the winter
walking everywhere with a snowskate in arms
or a deck with no trucks
kicking that shit the plows pushed into hunks off the streets.
fresh snow sounded just like money when we step on it
the yellow that the lights put off
and the constant hum of whatever they're flying/hiding in the fog
i want to be more.
more like us.
i cant hug you today
so i feel like i fucking made you up in my head and it makes me feel goddamn insane.
wish it makes more sense
i cry(die)dream a little every day
today it was
about riding plywood again
with you and we are 15
and there isnt girl problems
only chases and flirts
no money to worry with
and all we had to do was this and that and push with our foot off the side
and away we went
cause thats how we'd go.
spraypaint late nights and stolen bikes that got stolen from us
cause we didnt lock em up
cause we stole em so it didnt matter
we let karma take its course.
in the winter
walking everywhere with a snowskate in arms
or a deck with no trucks
kicking that shit the plows pushed into hunks off the streets.
fresh snow sounded just like money when we step on it
the yellow that the lights put off
and the constant hum of whatever they're flying/hiding in the fog
i want to be more.
more like us.
i cant hug you today
so i feel like i fucking made you up in my head and it makes me feel goddamn insane.