My legs felt like they would never stop
like they didn't want to stop, ever.
It's than I realize why I'm camp,
why I love being there.
But the moment I go back I know all the shit is gonna start up again.
Three fucking days, three fucking days and I'm back.
Back to tree's
early morning sun
warm coffee in the cold morning
lying in rovers watching the stars
playing tackle in the back field
singing "rise and shine" at chapel, and laughing my ass off the whole time.
I want to get back to work work work and play play play
fuck all the drama, i'm just not dealing with it anymore.
I'm going for me, for annie, for the people I love there and the great times I have there.
nothing more
nothing less.
I'm still missing you when I'm beside the water in the morning
and you're not there...
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