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Your fondest memories will be those unplanned

Your favorite nights will be those that never end

Your best ideas won’t be the ones you asked permission for

And darling, you still have far to go

Girls nights out and girls nights in

Playing music much too loud

Blowing smoke into the wind that smells of body spray, lipstick stains,

and a call for every boy to eat his heart out

Your fondest memories will be those unplanned

Never forget the times you jump into the ocean water undressed

Claiming you wanted to feel closer

Running right back out because the water was too cold in November for a midnight swim

Your favorite nights will be those that never end

Crashing golf carts and being stopped for drunk driving

When all you’ve had is a Coca-Cola, the essence of his lips, and a pack of tic tacs

Your best ideas won’t be the ones you asked permission for

Driving down empty highways at two in the morning

Half trying to find your way back home

Half trying to recreate that one scene from perks before senior year runs out

And darling, you still have far to go