the chronicles of life and death

is it summer yet? 

when does it feel like it?

i know we're not there yet, but i got a bit more sun than i asked for

talking slowly down the line of

time will only tell

if you don't tell me first

and i promise, there's nothing wrong with regret, but i'm still sad to see you go

what's wrong with removal?

nothing, nothing at all

make it your best interest

cry your eyes out just for the fashion

we all know being sad is expensive

until you decide to grow out of it

seven or seventy of us

make the world go round and we don't even know it half the time

and i love you best friend, who doesn't see me as a best friend

i saw you yesterday, but yesterday is a year to me

twenty summers and it only gets better (please tell me)

guidance

can only come so often

maybe i'll wait

maybe it's fine