I remember making love on a Sunday, bright golden hearts in a fresh cut grass in May. I remember making out on an airplane, still afraid of flying, but with you I'd die today. I remember the smell of your skin forever. Love us being stupid together.
You're stuck in my mind, all the time.
I remember Monday making your eyes red, still don't know what it is that I said. I remember thinking this would never end, even when you're gone your eyes running through my head.