rich played this song on the way to minnesota that one weekend. that one weekend before it was all over, before the messy goodbyes and complicated "laters." that long van ride felt like what the author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower would describe as feeling "infinite." 
i remember thinking: this song is really great. someday (after May) this is gonna mean alot more.


i'm not who i was 24 hours ago.
and i'm not copping out.