You're bloody kneed and black and blue. I'm concussed, feeling brand new. Nothing's ever felt as good as rolling down the hill with you. I never would've dreamed it was in the cards for me, but I'm too busy trying to keep up to find the time to worry. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I'm concerned that I might already miss you. I keep drowning in your bed, pillow talk we'll both forget. I keep finding myself wishing I was still there with you.
I picture you and me in Kwik Trip. I'm staring into nonexistence. You don't even seem to notice, you just laugh and pull me back from it. And I want to see you every night. I wanted so badly to kiss you in the morning, but my breath smelled bad and I didn't bring a toothbrush.