We're going to our favourite spot.

I don't want to feel like I'm the only one making an effort in this push and pull society.
This give and take world.

Do you remember when I was your sidekick? Can you recall the times we just watched the world move past us? When we just sat there pointing out shapes in the clouds overhead.
I remember every day I've looked up to you.
Remember when you were still my world?

Like a bird free from its cage, thoughts flow from the person behind this pen.
A skull cracked upon the sidewalk, ideas exposed to all of the world.
I am not ready to move on.
I am not ready to give up.
I am not ready to grow up.
One day this world will be mine to give to you.

I promise, you can still count on me. Though, I can't say the same for you.