I miss being cramped on your twin sized mattress

I don’t miss your crazy roommate and all her madness

You used to hold my hand and that was enough

Before the lost trust and all the fucked up stuff

This isn’t just about a girl

It’s an ode to all the things I miss

To the best friends who no longer exist

I’ll never forget just being kids and being stupid

I know it sounds like the easiest thing to do

But, It’s so Confusing and you were always there to help me through

There used to be a time where

I couldn’t imagine a part of life that you weren’t with

Whatever happened to never ending up like this

I just thought we would’ve had longer

You know, before growing apart

But, this isn’t just about dead friends

This is to the jobs that I would always wake up late for and say I hated

I didn’t mean to be late all the time

I was just 18 and wanted to do

The other 12 useless things on my mind

And when I say “hate” I meant a strong dislike

But, as much as I hated them

I always laughed so much

I never expected there would be an actual day

Where I would miss working at Subway

This last ode is to life itself

Before we had anything figured out about ourselves

At the time, I never realized I would make all my life long friendships

From serving tables at that shitty Cracker Barrel back in nowhere

Missing a shift was no big deal

Calling off was a funny thing to do

Now, missing work is stressful

We don’t have enough fun late nights

Money is spent before we even get it

Rent can’t be late

I mean it can be, but the eviction notices get annoying

There’s weight behind every dollar

Meaning behind every purchase

I understand it

It just doesn’t change the fact it’s annoying

Growing up is just confusing and aggravating

I don’t think It’ll ever make sense

Like right now I’m happy with my life

Except.

I miss your mattress. The Confusing Times. All those stupid jobs.

That hometown that made me leave for all the right reasons.

I miss it all.