Childish

On your own on a roof where no one makes the effort to bother or find you must be one hell of a view, spanning outward for miles. I couldn't if I tried think of another way that I would rather spend my lonely afternoons.

As if I wasn't already too tired to be driving, I can't keep my eyes on the road with you in the passengers side. Midnight air, headlight glare, neither one could compare with the way that you smile using just your eyes.

And all at once I feel like a child, and just as quickly I go wild.