little red sunfire.

[wantingtosay]

riding around.
fucking carefree.
the only worry was what was going down and where.
no obligations.
nothing holding us back.
the whole world right in front of us.
we never thought maybe we were living to fast.
fucking up way to much.
the latest band screaming their hate from the cd player.
the smell of sweet smoke and over cologned boys.
cramming as many that could fit. little clown car.
never a doubt of getting caught. hell the thought of it fueled us more.
fucking rebels. thats what we thought.
we three were a little bit different.
the hippie.
the punk
and well me.
it didn't make sense what we all were doing.
but that didn't matter. we had a hell of a time in that little red sunfire.
packed till we couldn't breathe. unloading and loading back up. new people. old friends. new opportunities.
when that bell rang. and we rushed outside. it was waiting on us.
when we left a show. blown out of our minds. it was waiting on us.
when we had our little tifts. it was waiting on us to reconcile or blast the stereo. which ever came first.
when we went on liquor runs or whatever else came to mind. it was waiting on us.
before the kids. before college. before full time jobs and apartment payments and heartbreak after heartbreak. before this life we call adulthood.
we once all that fire inside. to prove ourselfves.

I'd give anything to be that carefree again. like I was once in that little red sunfire.