Dill not Dale

The smells
Remind me of being
Wrapped in a blanket
Falling asleep to those
Stupid sounds of the ocean CD's
It was one of those
Mental things
Not being able to sleep without it
I've been alone in this house for too long
I'm ready to come back home
I've been alone in this house for too long
I'm ready to come back home
Situations plastered
It doesn't matter
I want those smells
Bring me back childhood
Bring me back, Childhood
Tan arms
Long summers
Bare feet
Red nails
Green eyes
Blue skies with
Big white clouds
Plastic cups of
Sprite or cherry kool aid
Get the fuck in the house it's
Time to eat
Always enough for
One more
Learning about life on
My trampoline
Old CD's
Best friend necklaces
I miss sunsets
"It's not mine, it's someone else's"
Okay, sure
You knew I knew better
Saturday nights
I even miss wrecking my bike
I think I'll go
Back to sleep and
Dream about it some more