And I hate it. I hate being the stupid friend. I hate being the fatter friend. I hate being the jobless friend. I hate being the lazy friend. I hate being the anti social friend. I hate being ugly friend. I hate the fact that’s who I am. And I can’t change a damn thing.
I can hold everything close to my heart. Unlike you, it’s not made of steel. You’d think that since our time fades away as the days pass, that I could care less now. But it’s hard to forget someone who helped me develop into the person I am this very day. I wish I could runaway from you, because being this close will be the death of me. I don’t regret our time. I never will, I can promise that. I can also promise that you were special to me. And on the other side… I’m happy I was able to learn from you. I’m happy that you were a chapter in my life, but I’m just going to keep writing, with or with out you in the future text. I know you understand, because you wrapped me up in a sentence ages ago.
Squeaky swings and tall grass The longest shadows ever cast The water’s warm and children swim And we frolicked about in our summer skin
I don’t recall a single care Just greenery and humid air Then Labor day came and went And we shed what was left of our summer skin
On the night you left I came over And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders Our brand new coats so flushed and pink And I knew your heart I couldn’t win Cause the season’s change was a conduit And we’d left our love in our summer skin