| When the Day Met the Night (Ryan): |
in the middle of summer, all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night |
| Folkin' Around (Brendon): |
allow me to exaggerate a memory or two, where summers laster longer than, longer than we do |
| From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins (Ryan): |
watch love get strangled by a kite's cold string, fall comes early and summer leaves, as a storm with the car keys |
| The Calendar (Brendon): |
summer's on it's deathbed, there is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends, and i meant everything i said that night |
2:51 pm • 31 May 2012 • 663 notes
