PhorIndicator
Bluelighter
Late May Teens
Sunshine’s just a shady backdrop
Running laughing glee in a convertible
With beer and wind and free time and hope
At their sides and backs
They’re now granted pure license to bask in the pure glory of their unadulterated youth
Without guilt
It smells of July breeze
And the future is on the way
And the plans are formulating
And dissipating
At the same time
It’s almost like anticipation
This is the climax they’re expecting
But they don’t know
We don’t know
It’s exhilarating for them
Because they don’t know what’ll happen next
Bouts of titillation
The minutes melt away
Because when you’re frozen in thoughts of your unknown
And immersed in fears of years you’ve sown
A strange elation is created
This is what we call fun.
Perception seems to sway
And the moments are already gone
Before they ever had the chance to stay.
Happiness is in between when you’re on the way.
Sunshine’s just a shady backdrop
Running laughing glee in a convertible
With beer and wind and free time and hope
At their sides and backs
They’re now granted pure license to bask in the pure glory of their unadulterated youth
Without guilt
It smells of July breeze
And the future is on the way
And the plans are formulating
And dissipating
At the same time
It’s almost like anticipation
This is the climax they’re expecting
But they don’t know
We don’t know
It’s exhilarating for them
Because they don’t know what’ll happen next
Bouts of titillation
The minutes melt away
Because when you’re frozen in thoughts of your unknown
And immersed in fears of years you’ve sown
A strange elation is created
This is what we call fun.
Perception seems to sway
And the moments are already gone
Before they ever had the chance to stay.
Happiness is in between when you’re on the way.
Keep them coming.