the 405 or anywhere

Remember when we laid in a field and talked about life? We were young, not quite done with high school; I was in love with you and you were in love with no one. Remember the plans we made? Remember how we were supposed to go to NY and bash around London? It doesn't have to be you today, it doesn't have to be with anyone; I just want to crawl into a cave and sleep--lost to no one. I want to hide away...I feel like running away for a few days...but not yet.

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