TLFinch

Everyone is telling me to go outside That it’ll make me feel better inside And it does, but only for a little bit I miss my friends, and I can’t help it I remember going to the beach for a day Stretched out on the sand where we laid Stayed till dark and our skin tasted of salt We’d get pizza and pink strawberry malts One time we got in a car and left the city Music up loud, she’d say ‘sing with me’ Wind blew through Mack’s bright red hair Never easy to be sad when she was there One summer we packed our bags for the weekend We went camping in Connor’s grandparent’s cabins The moon shined bright on the lake that night We laughed, skinny dipping under the light So don’t tell me that going outside will fix me Because being alone out there isn’t really living I need to be with the people that make me breathe Without them, I’m only living in solitary quarantine