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.