Testo Missing Summer

Driving to your house at 12:23am, I must have missed you or I wouldn't be right here. Beers in bed with a friend to never let go of.

Casting all injokes aside fore this as the summer ends. Time wasted is time well spent, when crossing concrete and cement.

And I felt so good about my life, with no worries, the seasons changed, a handful remain. But Danny's still home for now. Six months is never long enough anyhow.