Nights out

with people we know.

Cars speeding along the roads

so familiar we could drive


Passing everything we've ever known.

Friends, the people we love: you, me,

us, the group.

The nights the time we come alive,

the time for adventures, the time

for stupid shit, the time

we wish would never end.

The lake, our cars, our homes, places

we meet and leave.

Places of our youth.

One day they'll all be gone.

Where we've grown, partied,

and enjoyed, will be gone.

Our time is now,

to make it, live it, and love it.