If you weren't here, I think I would've made you up

Spending the summer wasting on ice cream, scam train fees, maracas, movies, celebrations and extremes. 

If you weren't here, I think I would've made you up

My mind and hands agree as they smell the familiarity of clean laundry and cats. Only ten, the night begins with me feeling endless and expandable. 

I want to stretch across horizons so I can touch every city in the world just once and never wonder. The pasadena film festival is tonight and I wonder if well go although my feet politely ask to reconsider this for a night of peace in front of a tv seeing as how they've trekked sand, up beat rockets, damp cloths and dancing affairs. They claim they are the sleepyheads from the Belle and Sebastian song and that makes me giggle.

Feet arent allowed to feel.