At the top of a hill where lights are floating to the sky..
We lay under a tree like the bugs that you hate.
We cant have a conversation without starting a debate,  its that gravity of opposition that makes me want to share an eternity in this place.
And this time..
Your insecurities are my affection.
Lets not wait another second to stop the doubts of what will happen in august.
While you indulge from the emotional trough. 
I know its tough to be a cough in my lungs. The drugs that make my peace of mind but kill my physical being. Should i care?
We should make this summer a life and we can just sacrifice both of our last strings of this teenage emotion inside this park. Under this tree. 
a phone call away from love and a autumn night away from pain.
When you're my age will you look back at 2014 like i do 2012 . A year of potential ending with no promise for joy,  stuck in a house full of corpse next to a not even a shadow. 
It can be so much more if you just meet me here every summer..At the top of this hill , under this tree. 
But i never have a clue. Cause i'm lonely