Not routine, thank you

Arms pushing bodies, walking down narrow halls, and she thinks she'll beat me. I'm so in love, my mind can breath, she chases after me. A minute walk to her car takes us ten-i love the delays and so does she. I turn to see feet almost breaking my face; the entire fight, my smile could have reached the sun, my laughter could have filled an ocean.

I drove with my childhood safely placed in the passenger and right back of my mothers car, and i swore it's felt just like this before. Black hair grassed in my rear view mirror and i drive down 68 just like I've envisioned since age six. "Where are we going?" "I can take you home." I'm jealous of his drums.

I don't remember it sounding like that before.