Que the trip pop music.
Headphones on, sunny skies.
It's the first truly beautiful day of the year.
It all started with a stumble
And I get old and I get humble
The campus is gated off from the rest of the world, but it doesn't quite manage to hold us all in.
The city streets are what I live for now.
The sky cracked a million ways
Making me blind
And as the trees grew higher and higher
And the fish began to fly
I went and stole some wings
And thought why can't I?
Ten.
That's the number of bus stops between here and Nirvana.
Aultwood.
The name rings in my head with a nostalgia I don't quite think I deserve.
I haven't been here in a year.
Get in the sunrise
I want to get in the sunrise
Sean really gets the credit. If it wasn't for his obsessive skateboarding adventures I wouldn't be in love with this place full of graffiti and views that pass the believable.
Put the world upon your shoulder
I'll stay young while I watch everyone getting older
You can take a million years
Out of my head
But we haven't talked for nearly as long either.
But I'm starting to lose my place
In the circles that I trace
And if I let go only then
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