There is something indescribable
In a way we feel content
With crashing waves and sand under our feet;
Like how the wind touches our skin
With the glowing sun and us, underneath.
How beautiful it is to stay sane
In the middle of deafening metal bands
And indie music.
Red cups and trash packs,
Places we run to, people we confide
We almost lose track of time
Now, I want to hide