Childish

On your own on a roof where no one makes the effort to 
bother or find you must be one hell of a view, spanning 
outward for miles. i couldn’t if i tried think of another 
way that i would rather spend my lonely afternoons.

As if i wasn’t already too tired to be driving, i can’t 
keep my eyes on the road with you in the passengers side. 
midnight air, headlight glare, neither one could compare 
with the way that you smile using just your eyes.

And all at once i feel like a child, and just as quickly i 
go wild.