Liotach

I miss the days when I thought girls felt like roses, and the rain was my worst enemy I thought I'd never understand a soliloquy in all its purpose and adulthood still loomed a distant thundering possibility the open road was a hobby flipping cassettes in a car that's no longer made on a longer mountain road the time of life when you believe finally in what you never knew you believed and friends lived wide hung close I miss those days when getting older felt new and when I anticipated my first touch of a rose