Cruise and You're Forgetting

I'm hot, you're cold. You go around, like you know, who I am, but you don't. You got me on my toes.

There's something about a open space of time.

Something like an anticipation. 

But when I mean open. 

I mean open.

I mean free time.

 

Time liberated to a state of bliss.

It breeds guilt, but we don't care.

But as it turns out.

The moments we look back on.

Were the ones where we had things to do.

But it still doesn't change how I feel.

The guilt is there for a reason.

gg.

Author's Note

I'm hot, you're cold. You go around, like you know, who I am, but you don't. You got me on my toes.