I'm drifting way too far, my arms, my legs are too tired

I can't sleep anymore, my head is in a million places. I can't keep up with my own thoughts and I am trying to do everything right. But, I'm forgetful and I have selective listening. I really am trying I promise and this weekend I am excited to drive with my best friend across state lines and stay in someone else's house, to go on someone else's schedule and just close my eyes and forget. I have this idea that if I go there it will be just like summer, and maybe that's just me being too hopeful. When I roll over at four am to see that I have missed calls from you I always feel guilty, because I know you are there two hours away feeling exactly what I'm feeling, just wishing there was more than a dial tone on the other line.

Devotion no matter what the cost

I just want to be back sitting over the edge of that porch watching the swells and the moon. I want to be talking about nonsense and have you understand everything I'm saying because your eyes are so fixated on my mouth. I knew you understood, I threw my head back and laughed so hard as we spun around. Your friend dared me to run right into the waves and I did. We drove for four consecutive hours, not once stopping. We took every scenic route because we didn't have commitments, we worried about no one. Detaching ourselves from our pathetic existences back home. There always seems to be so much promise in the middle of the night, we have aspirations and dreams we don't talk about during the day. Afraid they will die when the sun rises.