i miss all the little things days at the beach that old white gold, diamond ring surfing with him boarding with you all of the stupid shit that we'd do it was fun at the time still is now feeling myself fall as the wave's crashing down twisting and twirling and holding her hand feeling slight pain as my back hits the sand being such a dark brown can you still call it a tan? in summer time the livin was easy the whether was hot the wind was breezy at the top of the stairs for that one water slide it was just us, we were down for the ride now things are different different but good i guess normal life back in LTJ is good but i'll never forget all the times that i had the last summer before freedom cause it wasen't half bad...