Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the
best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
and not a
spoken feeling.
I'm knowing that right now is all that matters.
All
the nights we stayed up talking
and listening to 80's songs;
quoting
lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my
face.
I guess when it comes down to it...
Being grown up
isn't half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just following your heart
and
eventually you'll finally get it right.
Breaking into hotel
swimming pools,
and wreaking havoc on our world.
Hanging out at
truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top's singing me to
sleep.
Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
illuminate the blackest
nights.
Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.
2015
Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."
Get on the bus, it's time to
go.
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:
These
are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
is just
following your heart,
and eventually you'll finally get it right.