I've been thinking lately
About how things used to be.
And who I used to be
And where I've been since
Hearing the "four years goes fast" speech
And being stupid enough not to listen.
My cleats used to sit by the door.
Awaiting the end of the summer.
Where they'd spend almost everyday
On the field.
Now they sit on my closet shelf.
Along with all the memories of my freshman year
And the feeling of being part of a team.
That picnic table by the softball field used to be filled
With friends that I knew where to find
Everyday at lunch.
Now's there's people at the table,
But I don't know them.
Where my friends went
I have no idea
But wherever they are
They have most of the fun I had
My sophmore year.
The purple prom dress in that picture used to stand with ten other girls
In front of a limo.
On the night that I spilled my icecream
All over myself.
Now that dress is hiding
Behind some other old party dresses
I don't wear anymore.
That dress know where to find
One of the best nights of my junior year.
My cap and gown were walked
Down an aisle to meet the principle.
Where I thought for a second
There was nothing better than to leave this school.
That cap and gown is on a hanger
Where it does nothing,
But represent all that I had lost
After being handed my diploma
In my senior year.