childhood and the ravages of time
i believed in magic
i can't remember why
didn't you feel the high
we promised we'd ride
till the day we die
maybe it's a fever dream
rushing through the night
frozen smiles
screaming at the stormy lights
the buzz of music
and wind in our hair
but all we have now are
broken friendships
and plastered hearts
no more stories to tell
i hate it here
