how's this for space?

Give me back control. You're my constant thought, I just want you out of my head.

every prison has an open door

I miss everything about the summer. The way it made me feel, the way I didn't have a care in the world. I just had the time of my life and didnt let anything get in the way of that. I miss it, I miss the heat, the fun, everything. I want that back