I want to light one and just cruise to Seattle with the windows down. Feeling the wind pass softly over my cheeks. I want to look over to you and see you smiling. Looking up to see the city lights, run through the grass field. I want to be singing whatever song as loudly as we can. Because we don’t care. I want to go to U-District and munch on some carne asada fries at Memos 2 in the morning. Then smoke some more and cuddle once we get home. Share a couple laughs and just knock out in each others arms.