Pastel boy and girl 
You’ve caught me
Caught me high
With my head down and my hair in my eyes
Feeling sick on my way to the store
Going on tour, a different food court in every state
Attempting to lie under different stars every night
In a different park or parking lot or field
With the same person at least on my mind
Repeating this process every single fucking day
Until we have all of the things we want 
A limitless supply of fruit 
Like thirteen different netflix accounts we dont have to pay for
A big box of nilla wafers
Some weird black hole locked away in the closet 
Unending darkness but only when we want it
A front porch with a view of the mountains
The moon hanging low in the window 
And still there’s light under every door in this house