to my favorite scar.

as i was walking out of that place full of memories of how we used to be..
as i was thinking about the day you took me away from my problems..
that day we went away to that place where you made sure i knew that i was loved..
as i was looking back on all of that..
i realized.

you are my rushmore.
but i am just max fischer to you.
in a way that you see it's never going to work out.

but too bad for both of us.
i am just as stubborn as max fischer.
and as hopelessly hopeful as that girl in love with the purple-trumpet man.

you are so close yet so far.