The Day We Lost Your Heart Beat Beat Beat

I'm not sure if it is guilt that I feel, but if it must be named, we can call it nothing. Our past led us to a place unrecognizable to our young tender minds, But like bumps on the road, I can only try to roll over them and keep driving to my destination. The journey, like always will be fantastic! with a car full of friends But what matters is the getting there and feeling infinite.