Picture perfect discontent
and I'm not sure what I'm doing
everyone's left our hometown
seeking out their new beginnings
I'm so scared of losing touch
falling in and out so much
I never thought that much of trust
until I guess I had enough

Reaching out to find the familiar
pucker up and kiss the asphalt
asphyxia

Do you remember the things I said?
Summer sun was in our head
shifting sand in our hand
the season draws it final breath
as we depart for one last spin
through endless winding streets
watching the sun rise on the suburbs amidst summer heat

Lonely back roads, engine stalls
the days of last where we were more
flickering fuel lights and ashtray breath
the crashing waves and their remnants
everyone's silent, lost in thought
coastline's quiet except for radio talk
daydreams of what the future will bring
for five miles no one says anything

You will remember the things I said
summer's gone, the heat is dead
memories still all in my head
forever and now until the end.

Art vandelé