the tambourine boy stomped and shook while the singer preached about living in the moment and not being too good to sing-along. we sang, chanted, yelled, about those moments when elbows touch and one conversation later it's morning and you've made a new best friend. a series of moments went through my head like some kind of corny flashback montage in a teenage sitcom. lying on the tramp, eating slurpees in the park, hugs that mend everything, aimless drives, dancing in parking lots, and kisses goodnight.
life is so good.
somethings won't change, and those are the things that never should.
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