C'mon baby we're gonna live forever

Come with me tonight, we can make the night last forever.

You're in a folder marked Forever & Ever. You're written on pages that smell of secondary school, taste of tears. Written on the underneath of built-in desks, on the walls of rooms, on the front and the back of notebooks,

written on skin.

Sometimes it feels like we've gotten a move on with the rest of our lives, and honestly,

for the most part anyways,

it's quite scary.

But then I pull out sheets of lined paper, dreamt-up nonsense handwritten on it.

And I realize,

at the end of the day,

there's always going to be you guys.