when it's this time of the year,
I remember how we used to celebrate it,
and it hurts that we can't do it this year.
As the flower bloom,
I remember how we used to look at them
and laughing about how stupid to compare ourselves to one of them.
But we were all crazy at a time
and nothing mattered that time,
when were outside chasing butterflies and laughing
so loud
that the neighbors would tell us to put a lock on it.
Seriously one day you'll be the one moving
and i'll be the one staying.
Leaving is the worse thing that could ever happen to somebody,
when you had all your hopes and dreams build up
and now you just have to leave them behind
and build them somewhere else.
We love it when everything feels right
and we don't have to worry about whose quitting
and whose coming.
I want everything to be alright.