Hey Summer

I love making bad decisions knowing you were the right one. I think I fall too easy for bright eyes and white lies and menthols. Maybe it's because I enjoy getting into trouble, especially if it involves words tangled like knotted boa constrictors and piles of cheap soju in dusty karaoke rooms. Luckily for me, you're a fan of fruity cigarettes that taste like bubble gum, cheesy '80s classic rock, and quick-buck flicks with Liam Neeson. It's a shame we hurt a few people along the way. I know we talked about missing being good, but being bad is too much fun.

We were just a couple of small people from small towns lost in big cities with no secrets between you and I and everyone else.