For the Berkshires, Pt. 3

Sitting on the back porch calling home
The sunsets over the sky
And through the tumbling years I should've known
That I would grow up
And you would get older
That I would give up
And you would get over

Running through the back streets in the rain
Singing at the top of our lungs
And flickering like magic in your hair
The water pours down
And mixed with our tears
We lose track of which one's which
And kiss through the tears

Polaroids of summer line the wall
Your face in frozen time
And inconsistent memories play through the sleepless nights
So I lie awake and wish
I lie awake and wish
I lie awake and

You will find me standing in the room where we first met
Holding a solo cup, I'm not fucked up
Cause parties aren't my scene
And you reach out and ask me why I'm sitting here
When all I hear is pump up music, booze
And I'll say parties aren't my scene

Driving down the highway at 140, 4am, with owl city blasting
Not a care to call our cares away
Driving till we hit the coast, and then some more, from shore to shore
Cause you and I, we're gonna see the world
We're gonna see the world

I lie awake and wish