but you scream it loud

... fast to the past; 3am red sweatshirt sleepovers on my front porch. arena stares/stairs. abandoned elementary windowsill kisses. (cityscape scale models) neon palm to palm alleyways. "will you write a song about me?" liarliarliar. i know its only a matter of time before my memories are shot and i cant feel a thing i used to. hopeful/less. well see well see. in other news, you keep me going.