complicated

growing up but staying young (sleeping in and having fun)
making plans to stay in love, but moving around just because

waking up to better days. spending the summer in a haze.
making noise for you-know-who, thinking about my baby loux.

it's getting a little complicated
and maybe i was never alone
all i know is it's getting a little complicated
you gotta hang loose, hang loose
cause maybe we're home

of the other;

one day. i'll have written about everything.