I can still see you standing there, summer tangled in your hair. First week of July; first day of my life. My voice shook when i said hello, and from the word we couldn't take it slow. I still can't believe the way you looked at me. Now the nights turn colder, your heads on my shoulder, we do our best to pretend.

out of sight, out of mind, should we run? should i hide? for the rest of my life.