I'm in need of some fresh air.
Some brick walls, some city people, and some new Polaroids because these old ones are getting stale.
I'm in need of something new
Because you're getting stale too.
The car rides, the mountain adventures, and the love letters.
Stale.
And I still think it's ironic how you started to drink cold medicine just because you were cold not because you were sick.
I'm still trying to remember the first photo we took together, I think it was somewhere between pine trees and an innocent romance.
My SD card is still full those of memories that send shivers down my spine.
in a good way.
in a bad way.
in an old way.
I need a new way.
this world moves far too fast to be living in the past.
I want to get in my car right now and drive somewhere new, take a new photograph, and hang it up on my wall.
but I'm stuck at work biting my lip,
in hope that a little bit of blood might give me some perspective.
I want to step out of high school halls and into great nothingness.
But, all these memories of you are keeping my shoelaces tied together.
I tried to send you a postcard so I could have an excuse as to why you won't talk to me anymore.
but I still remember why.
god, I need some new memories.
So for the love of new perspectives,
please get out of my head.
Because I don't want to become stale too.
