bailleyhubbard:

I remember the stupid things,
the mood rings,
the bracelets and the beads,
nickels and dimes,
yours and mine,
did you cash in all your dreams?
You don’t dream for me, no. You don’t dream for me, no.
But I still feel you pulse like sonar from the days in the waves…
That girl is like a sunburn I would like to save.
The girl is like a sunburn I would like to save,
she’s like a sunburn.