And we hold onto these nights
Trying to find our way home by the street lightOver time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me
Hold the nights for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece
-macklemore; cowboy boots
(via thepoop-bandit)

