upon pages and pages of entries
we've put down all our emotions
but now i've hit a writer's block
i dont know how to finish this page anymore
putting a bookmark in my diary
you and I go out to ride the bike we found in the dumpster
let's go to our secret place
where we piled up our bricks of memories
run up the hill, where we can see the horizon
where we can see the sky so fearfully blue
with cider in my right hand
my other hand helps me search for you
you used to come find me way back when
you used to demand me of so much more
you're both still standing right by my side
yet why do I pray to see you both again?
there must be something off with me
