boardwalks and breaking waves, made our saturdays i'd buy you lemonade right now if you were here but then i'd throw it in your face and i'd listen to you cry and i'd remember how i miss our nights under ocean skies you and i are like when fire and the ocean floor collide.

And while we hold our legs quivering the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go and sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs. To breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have and all the wasted nights and empty moments in our lives are flushed away as we sway with the rhythm of the waves bobbing us up.