Me vs. The Highway
I remember me at 18. Naked in your parents' basement, young and careless, watching you blow smoke rings.
And I remember me at 18.
You say stoic in front of me; a portrait of who we'd someday be.
I remember me at 18. Naked in your parents' basement, young and careless, watching you blow smoke rings.
And I remember me at 18.
You say stoic in front of me; a portrait of who we'd someday be.
