The Ataris :: In this diary


Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer.
It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
And not a spoken feeling.
I�m knowing that right now is all that matters.
All the nights we stayed up talking
And listening to 80�s songs;
Quoting lines from all those movies that we love.
It still brings a smile to my face.
I guess when it comes down to it...

Being grown up isn�t half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
Is just following your heart
And eventually you�ll finally get it right.

Breaking into hotel swimming pools,
And wreaking havoc on our world.
Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top�s singing me to sleep.
Lighting fireworks in parking lots,
Illuminate the blackest nights.
Cherry cokes under this moonlight summer sky.
2015 riverside, it�s time to say, "goodbye."
Get on the bus, it�s time to go.

Being grown up isn�t half as fun as growing up:
These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters
Is just following your heart,
And eventually you�ll finally get it right.