I miss the old us
The us
before the move.
We were free and wild
The world couldn't hold us down
as long as we were holding each other together.
Morning text night text all day text
The old us.
I always hope one day we get back to them
An hour drive just for Burger King
I miss this hour drives
Every other day
The long haired freaky fellow was my destination
Now that rides with me as a ghost what used to be
One day it'll come back maybe I hope I long
I dream of those days
When I look for the one-hour drive just for Burger King
